Feb. 20 marks the ninth anniversary of me and Jody’s first meeting in person. Of course we knew each other via the Internet for about 1 1/2 years beforehand, but it wasn’t until Feb. 20, 1998, that we met face-to-face.
I lived in MI. He lived in OK. So, while we wanted to get together, we couldn’t just meet up at the local Starbucks for a cup of coffee. (Wait, did Starbucks even exist back then?)
A lot has happened in those nine years. First I moved to OK and we later got engaged. In 2000 we moved to CO and bought our first home. We got married in 2001 and we’ve since had two amazing children.
It hasn’t all been roses though. We’ve made our fair share of mistakes along the way (the most costly being the purchase of a timeshare which we’ve since sold, taking a huge loss), but we’ve learned a LOT. I think we’ve grown up a lot over the years and really settled into who we are both as parents and people.
I’m thankful for Jody for a number of reasons, but one thing that really stands out to me is what a wonderful father he is. He has nearly endless patience, is able to play just like a child, and has a huge heart.
Pictures taken yesterday – 2/19/07.
I also love (and feel very fortunate) that he and I are on the same page for pretty much everything to do with parenting – from breastfeeding to cloth diapering to delayed/selectively vaxing to discipline. When I first started thinking about having a homebirth for our second child, he was supportive. Of course he first wanted to know that it was safe both for me and the baby, but after we talked to our midwife and both felt very comfortable with her abilities and with just how safe a homebirth really is, he was on board 100%.
I’m thankful that he loves me for me and supports me in following my dreams and pursuing my passions.
Happy 9 years, Jody. I love you.