I love Jenny like a fatkidfrenchie loves Macaroons. She is funny, talented, and always rill. She and her husband also created one of the most visually appealing childnuggets on the interwebs, just FYI. If you don’t already read her blog, I don’t really know what you are still doing here because you should rush right over. But maybe read her post first.
Thank you, Jenny! I superlove you!
Baileymost days i hate my husband. ok maybe not hate. more like if-you-just-weren’t-in-the-house-and-in-my-eyeballs-so-much-i-could-stand-your-face-right-now. so…no…not hate per se.
look, the fact of the matter is i have been married for 10 1/2 years. together for 12. we got married bc we were in love. i wasn’t knocked up or anything. fiona came nearly 5 years in.
but after awhile love changes. it grows and it wanes. the quirky little things you loved about that person inevitably become the things that drive you to drink. most people would agree that when you know…you know. i knew. i still know. but that doesn’t mean i don’t want to chop his head off with a scythe from time to time.
but our story is full of double rainbow almost triple rainbow what does this mean awesomeness:
i worked at a bar/restaurant called caramba cafe in atlanta. i was a waitress. mike came in one night and sat at the bar with a girl named jill. i knew right away that they weren’t together. a girl just knows these things. coincidentally my good friend, also a jill, was visiting me at work.
mike was drinking tecate with lime. kinda douchey. but man was he cute. he had dimples and good teeth. i knew pretty instantly that i wanted to do it with him. but probably also have a relationship with him. truth is i pretty much knew that i was going to marry him.
a conversation several days later would prove that fate was at work on our behalf.
me: hey jill that guy is hot. and he tooootally likes me.
jill: yeah. he is checking you out.
me: i don’t think he’s “with” that girl, do you?
jill: fuck if i know.
me: yeah, no…he isn’t. he can’t be right? cuz he is practically doing it with me with his eyes and dimples.
jill: i guess.
(you should know that i was wearing jean cut offs and a thrill kill cult t shirt)
me: oooh!! he’s leaving…ok…when he leaves if he turns around to look at me it’s a sign that we’re getting married.
jill: you’re retarded.
(mike walks out the door and around the back, stops in front of the window, turns…looks at me and waves.)
meanwhile…. a conversation is happening simultaneously…
mike: i really think that the right girl is out there for me jill. she has to be funny, smart and cool.
like that girl. she’s cute. and she’s checking me out. like really checking me out..
jill: whatever mike. you are too picky. your “girl” doesn’t exist bc you are too picky.
mike: no...that girl is really cute and….weird. she is making funny faces and looks slightly retarded when she does. what a nerd. i like her.
jill: whatever. ok. ask her out. let’s go.
mike: no…when we leave i am going to turn around and look back and if she smiles at me…that’s it. she’s the one.
yes that did happen. every bit of it.
but it get’s weirder….
cut to a few weeks later :
on one of our dates we went to a park (we may or may not have done it in the park behind some bushes) and started talking…
mike: what is your most memorable christmas?
me: when i was a kid we would go to iowa where my grandparents lived. we would always go to the froeschle’s farm. they were my grandparents’ best friends.
mike: i know some people named froeschle that have a farm in iowa.
(now, if you’re like me you realize that you couldn’t find a more random name to know than if you opened the phone book and just pointed)
me: no. no you don’t. who? chris? kathy? luke? marion and dick??? those froeschle’s???? are you fucking with me?
mike: no!!! kathy froeschle now kathy anderson is my mom’s best friend and her daugher, gretchen…is MY best friend!!
me: i know gretchen!! we swam in the horse trough together!! (no judging)
at this point i was thinking- what are the odds that when i was a little girl in missouri, growing up, taking trips to iowa to see my grandparents that i was hanging out with my future husband’s best friend? so gretchen was playing with me in the horse trough and then going home to tell her best friend (my future husband) that she hung out with me?!?!? do you get the jesusmagicpower that this is?
you just can’t get any more dianetics-the-secret-second-coming-of-jesus-dan-brown-and-his-religious-epiphany-books-holy-shit-sack-meant-to-be-awesome than this….
once we decided that we were obvs meant to be together we got engaged.
there are days that i wish i was still that single girl. but this is normal, i think . it’s scary to think of the finality that is “for the rest of your life” or “til death do you part”. but i can’t imagine my life without him and the family we have created together. that notion is really scary. he’s a good person and an amazing father. i am lucky. marriage is really super hard. it gets harder before it gets easier. it’s always a work in progress. but totally worth it.
my wishes for you and pete: a happy home with very few fights, lots of romantic gestures and to always come from the same place regarding money and family.
love your favorite and your best,