The day we met....a meet/cute
Twilight in Central Park by Rod Chase
I count the years Mr. H and I have been together from the day we married and he counts them from the day we met. We are coming onto our 25th wedding anniversary this year and in his mind the number is 27. I remember it like it was yesterday, the day we met....Super Bowl Sunday.All those years ago, a dear friend, Lauren, had a Super Bowl party. She was living in a beautiful spot along the Upper West Side of Central Park in Manhattan. A perfect venue for a party. I was unattached and she mentioned that her boyfriend had a friend...
I asked all the usual questions. My friend told me that Mr. H was an outdoorsy kind of guy having just returned from two years with the Peace Corps in Africa. My friend had also been a Peace Corps volunteer in Africa. I was in the corporate world and had been for a few years. I was moving up and he was just getting started. I was a little skeptical.
The day finally arrived, I remember sitting on the couch and overhearing the welcome at the door. Nerves were settling in, I always hated that part of meeting someone for the first time. He turned the corner and we looked at each other.
Gulp...my eyes went up to the tall good looking man in front of me, those blue eyes, that dark hair and then settled on the best prize of all.... he was holding two huge shopping bags of serious party food...chips, cupcakes, cookies and....I knew I had met the man of my dreams!
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Images..Mr. H..around the time we met and Central Park painting by Rod Chase
A lovely story, with of course a happy ending. Seems like you and Mr H were meant to be. Thank goodness for junkfood and superbowl parties!
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful story, I'm a sucker for all those 'how we met' stories. He was very handsome, and carrying two bags of junk food? Some things are just meant to be!!
ReplyDeleteHappy week to you,
Mimi
Add my voice to those loving a "how we met story". Enjoy and celebrate both the day you met and the day you promised to stay together for ever. Bonnie
ReplyDeleteLooks like I'm not alone in adoring "how we met" stories. Very sweet, and everyone's is so unique. Love it! Congratulations on 25 (27) years!
ReplyDeleteO, Daim!! I can't have them in the house for fear of eating them all in one sitting. I can't have any of the stuff you mention in the house.
ReplyDeleteMr. H. in his youth is the spitting image of your son that I've seen somewhere among the lines of your blog!
Thank you all for your comments... just trying a little expressive writing this morning. It is so easy to forget moments like these...it is nice to write them down. Do you do the same?
ReplyDeleteBecky...O, Daim is right!! I gave Mr. H his marching orders last night. 'Take them to the office or else'.
I plowed thru more handfuls than I care to recall yesterday. This was especially annoying because I then had to record them in a food diary...it just took all the enjoyment out of it! I now have a junk food free house ....well almost :)
You are right..he is the spitting image of my son and the dog is the spitting image of our Tika too :)
Hmmmmm. I must say that I lost myself reading this one. I love, absolutely love to see couples celebrating their anniversaries and recounting their days of yore. I am so glad that you met him that day. Jeanne, a big and warm hug to you. I agree with the earlier commenters that the two were "meant to be."
ReplyDeleteI wish you the best always.
Joy always,
Susan
Happy "anniversary" to you and Mr. H!
ReplyDeleteWhat a charming story...and a perfect match - Super Bowl Party and JUNKFOOD!
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What a very charming story, and a great example of a long, happy marriage. Here's to you both!
ReplyDeleteI just LOVE hearing how people have first met. Even people I only know through their blogs...and not even people I know through their blogs very well! Lovely tale of 2 souls connecting. Thank you for sharing!
ReplyDeleteLovely.
ReplyDeleteAren't we lucky to still be besotted with our husbands after all these years!
How we met stories are such fun. Thanks for sharing yours Jeanne. I met my husband at a bowling alley 36 years ago.
ReplyDeleteI love this story! How sweet! (And salty and crunchy too! lol!) We count the years from when we met too.
ReplyDeleteThat's a lovely story Jeanne, thank you for sharing it.
ReplyDeleteHappy Anniversary. What a sweet post!
ReplyDeleteMe encantó tu historia de amor! Son las cosas simples lo que hace que uno cambie hasta de vida.! Feliz aniversario!Un beso, Gloria.
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful meandering indeed- A sweet and fun story. Thanks for sharing it!
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing such a sweet and personal story. I love a meet-cute as they called it in The Holiday:-) Happy 25/27 years. I wish I get to celebrate that at one point.
ReplyDeleteSweet story Jeanne! I see from looking at the picture that your son looks so much like him!!! Reminds me of how I met my hubby in college...set up by a friend too!
ReplyDeleteWhat a very nice story! It's very wonderful how 2 people would meet each other on that situation.
ReplyDeleteA sweet story indeed. It's nice to hear the stories of how those who have been married for many years first met. Good luck with the food journal. I need to start one again. It helps!
ReplyDeleteForgot to mention that painting. Gorgeous! Oh, and so is that L. L. Bean guy. LOL
ReplyDeleteMr H sounds wonderful. How lovely that you have had 27 happy years. I would count it from the day you met. I've been with The Actor for nearly five and I hope I am as mad on him in 27, I'm sure I will be. Have a lovely week xx
ReplyDeleteThank you all for your comments...Mr. H sent me a bit bouquet of flowers yesterday.... :))))
ReplyDeleteThanks to Carina for the reminder of meet/cute,
I love that expression and will add it as a tag to this post title :)
Ah... LOVE! Your story of meeting each other is so sweet, Jeanne.
ReplyDeleteYour Mr H sounds wonderful and you clearly make the perfect couple. Wishing you many more happy and loving years together. xx
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