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9th Anniversary & Our Story

Yesterday, Steve and I celebrated our 9th wedding anniversary. Celebrated is a generous term as it was just another Wednesday; however I’m looking forward to this weekend. We’re going on a short getaway, but it will be the first time that we’re kid-free overnight. Since the real celebration is coming this weekend, I’d thought I’d do a little Throwback Thursday.

Steve and I met in 2004 at the start of our freshman year at Virginia Tech. We were a part of the Residential Leadership Community, which basically meant that we took two classes and got to live in a nice dorm. We met because we literally lived across the hall from each other, which recently shocked one of Steve’s grandmothers. As Marketing and Computer Engineering majors, I’m not sure how our paths would have crossed otherwise.


I’m sure I saw him around prior, but it was the first of second week of classes that I received a knock on my door. I was laying down in the afternoon after classes, since you know, that college life is so hard. Steve was at my door to introduce himself, because according to him he was tired of playing computer games and figured he should meet people. I met him out in my suite’s common area because I didn’t feel like having a rando in my room. As far as I recall, we chatted about pretty standard college freshman topics like where we were from, family, and major. But apparently it was interesting enough, because we kept seeing more and more of each other. We hung out in groups a lot between his suitemates and my friends. It was typically on the guy’s side because they actually had a tv in their common area, and it also meant my oddball roommate could be left to herself.

We were relatively inseparable from the beginning, but didn’t have a straight-forward conversation about defining the relationship. I don’t remember if it was in-person or talking on the phone, but a few weeks in I remember hearing Steve refer to his girlfriend. Around that time, I also went on a night out with my friend, my now brother-in-law, and some of his friends. In my true homebody fashion, I spent most of the night wondering why I was out because I would much rather just be back spending time with Steve. A combination of both of those events lead to me forcing a conversation out of the engineer about what we were doing.  According to Steve, if he just treated me like his girlfriend, eventually I would be. It was official on October 10th.

I remember thinking in December of that year that I thought I loved him. I decided to make it through finals and stew on it a little longer. Apparently absence does make the heart grow fonder, because Steve had the same thoughts while on winter break. Shortly after returning to college in January 2005, the L-bomb was dropped and yes, he said it first.

1 yr anniv.

We stayed together through college never breaking up. Both of our immediate families were a within a few hours from college, so we met parents within a few months. For sophomore and junior year we lived in the same dorm again, next door to the building where we met. Senior year we moved into apartments with two friends each. The girls actually did the research and decided on an aparment complex. The guys decided it was good enough for them too, and the six of us ended up being a floor apart, and exactly over each other.


During December of our Senior year, I took a trip with Steve to Chicago just before Christmas. He is originally from the area, so we stayed with his grandparents and took the train into the city to sightsee. Steve proposed on December 17, 2007 at the top of what was the Sears Tower. I wouldn’t say I knew it was coming leading up to the trip, but once at the top of the tower I did notice that Steve was acting weird.


2008 was a huge year for us. We graduated in May, moved to Northern Virginia and started working in June, and got married in July. By today’s standards, I guess you could say that we had a short engagement of seven months. We were pretty much on the same page you get engaged in order to get married, not just as the next step in a relationship. So we got married two months after graduating college, at the age of 22. Many have been shocked by this over the years, and I just think of the quote from When Harry Met Sally. “When you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.” Possibly even more suprising to people, is that we got married just because we loved each other and didn’t want to immediately pop out babies. It took us seven years to get to that part.

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