12 Years Worth

Yesterday, Jimmy and I celebrated our 12 year anniversary. The last 2 years have taught me more about our resolve as partners then the 10 before it. We now have 12 years worth of memories, experiences, fights, tragedies, love…just built up. Out of no where, a guy showed up on his first day of work (where I also worked) and I felt this urge to talk to him…and here we are.

If my kids ever care about this blog, I want them to know that there dad BEGGED me to go on 1 date with him. HA! It’s true, ask him – he will admit it. I really wanted to be friends and just have fun, no pressure. He asked one day again while I was working a shift at my second job (he was just there distracting me) and I said

“OK Jimmy Tighe, I will go out on a date with you if you answer 1 question correctly.”

“Oh…OK…” {pressures on}

“Who did you vote for in the last election?”

Luckily for him there was only 1 wrong answer, and that was George W. Bush (which I’d take that turd sandwich back in a heartbeat today, sadly. But I digress…)

We went out for Chinese food. I found out later he wasn’t a fan of Chinese food but was going to just deal with it which was pretty cool of him. He opened my door and gave me his coat and my feminist side was like ‘I DON’T NEED YOU’ while my sentimental side was like ‘holy crap, look at this charmer!’

Dating Jimmy was sweet and innocent. We hung out at bars and watched movies and just genuinely enjoyed each others company. And sure enough, a mere 2 months later, I found out I was pregnant. Whoops! So, officially knowing each other for just 4 months and dating for just 2…we had some pretty gigantic grown up stuff to deal with.

And booooy, did I make him deal. I ran him through the ringer. Being pro-choice, I choose to keep our baby because that is what I felt was best to do. I didn’t know why I felt that way since Jimmy made me insane and I acted like I would burst into flames if he touched me. There was even a moment when it looked like it just wasn’t meant to be. I pushed him back so hard and so far. How he dealt with me, I’ll never know. I’m sure ecstatic (and unbelievably fortunate) that he did.

It was 1 single reluctant (at 1st) hug. We had, had a great chat. I wanted to be cordial. Then he asked me for a hug before he left for work. I rolled my eyes, exasperated. But I hugged him. For the first time in months I opened up to the love we had and we hugged and I cried and he called into work. It was, just like that. It sounds insane. It is insane! I don’t care, it was easily one of the best days of my life.

Not long after I called him up at work and let him know we were getting married that next Wednesday at the Douglas County Courthouse. He had asked me many times to marry him so I figured he wouldn’t say no. 😉

Yesterday I woke up, tiredly walked into the kitchen with Myra. Started making some coffee when I noticed out of the corner of my eye and bouquet of flowers and a card that read:

“My wife: love you, love our life

I love watching your face light up and knowing I can still make you laugh.

I love how you bring out the best in me and don’t let me settle for less.

I love sharing the quiet with you as each day winds down, feeling totally content because you’re near.

I love everything you do…everything you are…everything we have together.

That’s what I love…now and always.

Happy Anniversary”

and a handwritten note that said:

“I tried to find flowers that were as pretty as you are but failed.

Love you then, now, + always


I really hope my kids grow up and find someone just like their dad to spend their days with…what an amazing feeling to be loved unconditionally.

Heres to 12 more…



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