It was a cold day in November, 2005, when I was getting ready for a first date with the guy who ended up being my Mr. just a few months later. I wore a comfortable outfit, jeans, an ancient sweater, and my favorite black leather jacket. I headed out to Bamberg, about a 40 minute drive from my place, to meet up and see what to do for the rest of the day. I had only seen him in pictures, but tried to curb my excitement, since we all know how pictures are. When I pulled up to the gate of the post there, I saw a guy who kind of looked like in the picture, ust better!! We went for a walk in town, browsing through book stores, and along the rver walk. That was where he took my hand. We sat down on a bench and talked, and talked, and talked. As dusk was setting in, we walked back into downtown to have dinner at the Mexican place, The food was ok, not good, but that didn't matter any more. At some time, before the food arrived, he touched my face; his eyes - they spoke more in this moment than words could have ever said. Since neither of us knew their way around in Bamberg very well, we decided to go back to his place to watch a movie. He had just gotten Sin City, which I had already seen but didn't mind watching again. At some time during the movie, he kissed me. This night I did something I usually didn't do: I stayed with him. Nothing happened, except sleeping in each others arms until the next morning. We had breakfast together and kept talking. We had lunch at a Greek restaurant just a few minutes from the post; we still go there for special occasion. We started talking about a future, how we imagined our lives, a family. I left after dark that night; I would have loved to stay, but I had school the next day, and he had to go to work. He let me borrow a book to make sure to see me again.
That was the beginning of a story that still continues. We have added wonderful memories of an engagement, a wedding, four moves, two children, and many, many memories of our daily lives together. I wouldn't want to miss any, whether it was good or not so good, since I know deep in my heart that even the not-so-good days with him are worlds better than any good day without him could ever be.