Today, hubby and I celebrate 9 years of marriage.
It’s crazy to think that we’ve been married that long because it feels like only yesterday we met for the first time.
We always joke about growing old together and how fun it will be to tell our grand-kids the story of us.
I always say that how my hubby and I met was by mere chance. We were two souls floating around the universe just waiting to bump into each other.
Note: I had to go to the USA to bump into him. A little bit of a drive but the best darn trip I ever made in my life.
From the moment I first laid eyes on him, I liked him. He had blond hair, big blue eyes and the brightest smile. J had me at hello. His smile lit up his entire face and made his baby blues shine in a way that tugged at my heart strings. Why did I have to meet him in a different country? This Canadian girl was not into long distance relationships. The universe, however, had other plans for us. The right place at the right time ~ our lives since have been forever changed.
The story begins …
Back in the day, my girlfriend worked for a hotel chain that required her to travel across the border a lot for business. When I could, I would tag along with her and we’d make a girls weekend out of her business trip. We always got to stay in fancy hotels and when we went out at night, we always met a lot of cool people and had a lot of fun together. Don’t even get me started on all the shopping we got to do!
On one of those trips, I met someone.
The moment I met J, we instantly clicked. His friends were nice and one of them especially, was very entertaining. Wanting to also do the tourist thing while down in Seattle, J took us downtown and showed us around Pike Place Market. We had lunch at Ivers, the best fish and chips place ever. We walked around the wharf talking and making each other laugh. The both of us were comfortable with each other from the get-go. He talked to me about his job and his interests and I shared with him my job and life aspirations. Hanging out with J and his friend was nothing short of fun. They had a way of always making us laugh with their jokes and silly antics.
What I didn’t tell J from the beginning was that I was a divorced, single mother. I don’t know why. I didn’t feel the need. We had just met and we lived in two different countries. I wasn’t expecting for anything to come from meeting him one weekend. I honestly never thought I would see him again but was happy to hang out together and have fun. So when J and his friend offered to take us dancing, we said yes! I never danced so much and for so long in one night. I can’t remember a time I had more fun.
When the weekend finally came to an end, I was a bit sad to say goodbye. J and I exchanged emails and off we went our separate ways. I tried not to think twice about him or about how much fun I had hanging out with him. It wasn’t very easy, let me tell you.
Later that week, I saw an email in my inbox.
And it was from him.
Jason and I ended up becoming email buds. When I later told him about being a single Mom, I think I pretty much scared him off but it never stopped him from continuing on with the friendship. Through email we got to know each other on a deeper level. Like friends, we talked about pretty much everything. We asked each other every question and shared with each other our dreams, hopes and secrets. J became my very first guy, best friend. I trusted him more than any girlfriend I have ever had in my life.
Our emails continued and we would see each other every time my friends’ work would bring her back to Seattle. J and I always hung out with friends around. We would go out for dinner and drinks or stay in with take-out. A few times the boys took us on a few hiking adventures and once, we even went camping together. I was always glad to see J again and again and I know he felt the same about me.
It wasn’t until Jason’s friend decided to come up to Canada to get his MBA at a University in my neck of the woods that our friendship began to change. When his friend moved up closer to me, J began coming up to Canada to visit him. Coming up to Canada allowed us to see more of each other in my neck of the woods. A year and a half later, J’s friend finished his program and moved back to the USA.
J then decides to move to Bellingham, Washington to go to school for his Masters. When he tells me, I’m shocked and don’t know what to say. Secretly, I’m thrilled. This meant he would now only be an hour away from me. We talked about our friendship at this point and decided to try to take the relationship to the next level. We both knew we had feelings for each other and they were far stronger than any feelings you share with just a friend. Since the day we met each other and became friends, neither one of us had entered into a relationship with anyone else. That said a lot and we both knew what it meant.
J and I would see each other every other weekend. When my daughter was at her Dad’s, I would drive down to Bellingham to visit him. I have fond memories of J’s time in Bellingham. Time spent together was always fun. Being the outdoorsy guy that he is, he always had an adventure planned for us when I visited. Snowshoeing, camping, hiking, canoeing, sledding and backpacking trips. He turned this city girl into a rough and tough REI wearing, mountain climbing, outdoorsy woman. (Okay, maybe I’m exaggerating just a little.)
J and I spent a year and a half commuting to be with each other. We continued to write every day. Our feelings for each other continued to grow stronger and we knew, in our hearts, that we never wanted to be apart. When J’s school ended and he no longer needed to stay in Bellingham, he proposed.
J played guitar and liked to write music. His proposal was a song he wrote about me. When he played it for me and I saw him stop to pull out a box, my heart stopped beating and I had to catch my breath. When I got the strength to finally speak, I said yes and then burst into tears. After a few hugs, J and I decided to call a few people and share the news. As happy as both of us were a little part of us was scared about what the future would hold. We lived in different countries. How would this ever work?
In March of 2005, we were married in a little white, Catholic Church in Blaine WA. Two days later, with his red truck packed to the limit, we drove across the Canadian border where J claimed visitor’s status and the process to get him permanent status in Canada began. J left his family and friends behind to come to my neck of the woods and start a life together with me and my daughter B. That is true love, my friends, and I am forever grateful that he made the huge sacrifice of leaving everything he’s ever known behind him to come live a life with me in Canada.
I think we have a sweet love story and I look forward to sharing it some day with our grandchildren.
Cheers to 9 years of love!