Thirteen years ago....

October 3, 1995.

This is one very important day. Some may remember thirteen years ago, OJ Simpson was found not guilty. But, more importantly, it was the day that Jeremy and I officially became a couple.

Let’s reminisce, shall we?

It’s hard to believe that we were just kids in high school that happened to stumble upon each other, as if by kismet. Here I was, this shy new and somewhat terrified sophomore in a brand new school and somehow I managed to find the attention of this sophisticated, briefcase carrying senior. We had Theatre II class together, which automatically made us soul mates from the start: both of us being one of those dramatic, romantic nerds that are so stereotyped in movies.

The first day of school, we found ourselves at the entrance to the theatre (The MPR, to all of you MHS alumni). Jeremy stumbled on the steps, and I, on instinct, made some quick sarcastic remark and instantly Jeremy was hooked. A girl after his own heart. Perhaps we were drawn together like two moths to the lime-light, so to speak. Of course the weeks went on, and as most high schoolers do, we flirted and talked at every chance we could.

On October 3rd, 1995, during second period Pre-Algebra, I received a letter from the student office assistant. It was sealed in an envelope with my name written on it (spelled incorrectly I might add, something I teased him for years to come). Looking around the room, wondering if anyone was watching or even cared, I nonchalantly opened the letter as Mr. Ladner continued describing angles of triangles and such. I held my breath for a moment when I realized that it was a letter from Jeremy. Now, I won’t write verbatim what he wrote, as Jeremy has sworn that his letters be kept only between us for sentimental purposes. … but, I’ll paraphrase :)

“Dear Elly,

If you couldn’t tell by now, I really like you. But, I’m worried, because I don’t have any money to take you on a date, and my parents are pretty strict. But, I’d love to see how you feel about me.

Love,
Jeremy”

There was more too it, but you get the idea. Even though it wasn’t the fluffy love letter I was expecting, it was so enchanting and sweet that I read it about a dozen times before lunch period. We talked that day…..

…And from then, the weekly roses came.

…And from then the jewelry came.

…And way way way from then….a chunky adorable baby named Max.

High school sweethearts are something of a fable, as if they were hobbits or Jedi that died out ages ago. But, here we are. We have grown up together, watching and supporting each other turn into the people we are today, and we’re not sick of each other yet! We still hold hands just as we did when I was fifteen.

This day has always been one of the most important and sentimental days we share, almost more than our actual wedding anniversary. We’ve pledged to always celebrate and remember the day when two dorky kids stumbled upon each other.

*If I can find a picture of us from then, I’ll post it soon!*