I spent so much time looking through old pictures, that I forgot my catchy title and “grab” for you to want to read this post. Maybe that’s just what life looks like at 6:43am, when no one in the world (other than new mommas) should be awake. I’ve had a full cup of coffee and still feel as if I could crawl back in bed and be asleep in seconds.
Some laughed last week when I shared on Facebook that all Nathan’s clothes from before he met me had finally been thrown away. Then I realized that might have sounded a little harsh. Wait, no I didn’t, I just wanted an excuse to walk you through our college relationship in clothes.
New York City, spring 2007. Disregard the fact that we were 21 year old college students flying in on free tickets staying at a hostel in Harlem. We had free tickets, a cheap place to stay and $100 burning in each of our pockets!! This picture was taken in the Hard Rock Cafe in Times Square. He is in an A&M sweat shirt. A SWEAT SHIRT. We also have great pictures in front of the Statue of Liberty and Wall Street in said sweat shirt.
An afternoon spent at Mt. Vernon, George Washington’s home, in some green shirt he’d had since high school. I am pretty sure it had a beer reference on it and up to that point in his life, he had only been drinking for 8 months, which coincidentally is how long he had known me. I am sure it has nothing to do with the other.
Oh, there is the sweat shirt again. This time at the top of Pikes Peak (side note: I just had to google “tall mountain in Colorado Springs.” I am fairly useless at 6:54am). Same sweat shirt, just 3 years later.
THE PLEATS. That is about everything I have to say about this picture. It was taken at my graduation from graduate school, 3 years into marriage. Oh the pleats. This is a battle I have only recently won, after it being waged for almost 8 years. But I was victorious. I wish I had a full length picture of his jeans in college. He claims they were boot cut, but I am fairly certain they were bell bottoms.
I add this one, only because I think it is the sweetest picture I have of us from college. This was taken at BYX Island Party in the spring of 2007. We had been dating around four months and knew that my graduation was looming. It’s funny, looking at back then. I graduated and moved the very next day to Washington, D.C. When Nathan asked why I wasn’t sticking around, I bluntly told him, “You didn’t give me a compelling reason to stay,” meaning HE HAD NOT GIVEN ME A RING 5 MONTHS INTO DATING. I want to take our precious hands from back then, and tell us that we were idiots and that it would be a good thing that we wouldn’t get engaged for another 7 months.
It’s funny the things that help you mark time. Nine years of friendship, seven and a half years of marriage, makes college feel like a life time ago. Heck, it makes life pre kids feel like a different life I lived. I walked into Central Market last night and the smell was not one of good foods, but rather the smell of life before kids. I look at 8 years ago and wonder what our little minds were thinking. Did we even fathom we would end up where we are now? (I’ll answer that for you – NO). So if I am looking forward to 8 years from now, both us of 38 (sob), Parker at 11, Ben at 9 (hold me), what can our little minds not even imagine or comprehend as to where we will be?