So how does a girl who’d lived in small towns in five different states meet a boy who’d lived his whole life in El Salvador? College, of course.
When I met my husband in the fall of 1993, I didn’t even know where El Salvador was. I also didn’t know where Spadra Creek was, so I had to find a ride to the Freshman Orientation event being held there. And so did he.
So we rode in the same car and fell madly in love and have been together ever since, right? No, not right. Not even close. But that car ride did start our friendship — the car ride and our matching Chuck Taylors. We were friends, but never dated or discussed dating or almost dated or anything. Until our last year of college.
As we began our senior year and our second-to-last semester at University of the Ozarks, we started hanging out together more. We were RAs in the same dorm, so we had to be at school a week before classes started. And we just didn’t really want to stop hanging out. About a month into the school year he asked me out. Like on Date date. Which was weird for me because nobody ever asked me out. So it was a big deal. But I did NOT want to act like it was big deal. Because we were cool, you know? So I obsessed about what to wear and What It Meant and all of those stupid things you care about when you are young and don’t know anything. And it was fine. So fine in fact that we’ve been together ever since that first date in October of 1996.
In those early days of dating I realized my life was better with him in it. And we’ve been through a lot of life since then. So on this third day of being thankful, I am thankful for my partner in life, my husband, Armando.
I picked this day to be thankful for him as we were married 13 years ago today, but really I’m thankful for him every day.