Happy anniversary, of sorts

Hubby and I have never been one of those couples who celebrate lots of anniversaries like the date of our first kiss, or first date, or the day we got engaged (hi, Mom & Dad!). Nevertheless, every January we do remember that it was sometime during this month that we officially met.

I say officially because we had been going to the same church for years. I had never really noticed him. And he had noticed me, but only because his friend told him to stay away from me. And he tried, he really did. But once I did notice him, I made sure he noticed me, too! His friend, who was also a friend of mine, reluctantly introduced us, and the rest, as they say, is history.

So, why am I pointing it out this year, this little anniversary of ours? Well, this year marks twenty years since we first spoke to each other. Twenty. Years. I can't believe it. I was just a girl of 15, and hubby had just turned 17. Neither of us can remember if it was at the roller rink, or after a concert at church, but after that first meeting, I wouldn't leave him alone. We always say that I chased him until he caught me.

In honor of this anniversary, throughout this month I will share stories from our courtship, which was by turns unique, frustrating, painful, and wonderful. It lasted six and a half years, so there's a lot of blog fodder here! I hope you enjoy my celebration of me and hubby and twenty years together!