Monday, November 6, 2006

more in love than ever

We still have another 8 months before we celebrate FIFTEEN years together, but I thought some pictures would be nice. I got these off my moms webpage since I'm down to the basics of computer equipment and I cannot scan pictures right now.

Rob and I met in March 1992, a few weeks after my best friend and I attended a Cause & Effect concert where I swore up and down I was going to marry Rob Rowe....or at least be the mistress he always dreamed of. What do you expect from a 17 year old?

My friend, D, and I were invited to a mutual friends house in early March to hang out. We first visited our regular stomping ground, The Ritz, and "mirror danced" to Depeche Mode, The Cure, Duran Duran (remember White Lines?). Well, we probably did more freak watching than anything, but we had fun freak watching....since, you know, we weren't them. We soon got bored and decided to head over to our friends house to check out the "skater boys" that would most definately be hanging around. Down in the basement was a group of guys. Yep...all guys. At first I was a little freaked out since D & I were the only girls, but I spotted this long bleached haired guy sitting on the couch. DANG was he cute! After checking out the goods, D and I went upstairs to talk. I told her that I wanted the if he were some sort of material possesion. We went back downstairs, I worked my charm and voila....

I changed him into this creature....for our wedding (of course!)

He wasn't happy about the haircut and non-grungy look, but hey...I had family to impress!!! The glasses were originally his. Pretty geeky looking don't you think? He changed to contacts a couple years later. Now, don't let the picture fool you. He is pure grunge and skater, but cleans up nicely.


I, on the other hand, looked ravishing from the get-go.

Oh, who am I kidding? I was a 17 year old in a fru-fru-white princess style gown that made me look 20 lbs heavier than I was. Which was, at the time, only 10 lbs overweight. And what is that dorky looking thing on my head? In my defense though, 1992 was VERY close to the 1980's. America was still suffering from style shock. At least I didn't have, like, big hair or ,like, boofy bangs, Ohmygosh.

Anyway, 14 years, 5 beautiful children, and many pounds later, here we are. More in love than we ever could have imagined. He still holds me at night and kisses me softly. He makes me laugh if I cry. He tells me every day that he loves me, gropes me in the kitchen, tells me that he misses me when he's at work and never lets me forget that I'm beautiful.


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