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By now, it is March 17th in the U.S.
Four years ago, I took a small step back into the dating world. My "system" at the time involved meeting up at a neutral location, so as to put the girl at ease. In this world, I know I'd be worried about getting into a strange man's car if I were a woman. This was a bit different, as she didn't have a car. So I went down and picked her up. We went to the theater on Mill Ave. and ate at the Islands there before watching Hitch. She jingled her keys at the door and swore, blushing, that she wasn't angling for a kiss. I picked on her mercilessly even then, our first date.
Apparently, she didn't take the warning.
Four years later, that girl who thought my trenchcoat was weird is now my wife, and the mother of my son. We were married two years ago on February 25th, in the living room of our small apartment. It was less than a month before I raised my right hand again, and swore an oath to support and defend the Constitution of the United States from all enemies, foreign and domestic. Now I'm almost six months into my first deployment, and she waits for me, taking care of our son and our affairs at home.
God knows we've never really seen eye to eye very well. Aside from the fact that I'm six inches taller than she, I'm a man of strong convictions and emotionless logic, where she's a woman of deep feelings and sensitivity. Not a day goes by where we don't bicker over some petty thing or other, and our fights have on occasion been bitter, nasty things. All the same, four years have passed since we first met, and I find that I regret very little of that time.
Four years is not so great a length of time. What it is is a good start. Four years of college will put you in good stead for a career. Four years together is only the beginning of our life.
I love you Rhonda. Thank you for coming into my life, thank you for sticking through it. Thank you for my son, and thank you, most of all, for becoming my wife.
Four years ago, I took a small step back into the dating world. My "system" at the time involved meeting up at a neutral location, so as to put the girl at ease. In this world, I know I'd be worried about getting into a strange man's car if I were a woman. This was a bit different, as she didn't have a car. So I went down and picked her up. We went to the theater on Mill Ave. and ate at the Islands there before watching Hitch. She jingled her keys at the door and swore, blushing, that she wasn't angling for a kiss. I picked on her mercilessly even then, our first date.
Apparently, she didn't take the warning.
Four years later, that girl who thought my trenchcoat was weird is now my wife, and the mother of my son. We were married two years ago on February 25th, in the living room of our small apartment. It was less than a month before I raised my right hand again, and swore an oath to support and defend the Constitution of the United States from all enemies, foreign and domestic. Now I'm almost six months into my first deployment, and she waits for me, taking care of our son and our affairs at home.
God knows we've never really seen eye to eye very well. Aside from the fact that I'm six inches taller than she, I'm a man of strong convictions and emotionless logic, where she's a woman of deep feelings and sensitivity. Not a day goes by where we don't bicker over some petty thing or other, and our fights have on occasion been bitter, nasty things. All the same, four years have passed since we first met, and I find that I regret very little of that time.
Four years is not so great a length of time. What it is is a good start. Four years of college will put you in good stead for a career. Four years together is only the beginning of our life.
I love you Rhonda. Thank you for coming into my life, thank you for sticking through it. Thank you for my son, and thank you, most of all, for becoming my wife.