Baby Taco: 3 months, 2 weeks
I will be 28 this year. Not quite 30 but definitely not 20. I met my husband when we were 18. He was still dating his high school sweetheart and I was falling for a red headed boy. My husband was studying to be an engineer and I was in school to become a high school band director. We were both trying to figure out how to deal with being on our own for the fist time. His roommate was dating my roommate and that’s how we met. It seems like such a long time ago that I first saw him. He was quiet, really quiet but he had these beautiful eyes that I was just captivated to. Our roommates left to go out and we were left alone. We talked. He was so funny. I had never laughed like that before. The thoughts of the red head boy were not even in my radar. This guy caught my full attention.
My roommate and I decided that when we brought a “special guest” back to our room and wanted privacy we would put an inflated pineapple on the door. In between us laughing and talking I told my new friend about about it. He laughed and said something like “wouldn’t it be funny if he put the pineapple on the door and our roommates came back to us in a compromising position”? It got quiet. We both looked at eachother. For a moment I was like YESSSSS KISS ME YOU FOOL!!! But he snapped out of it and laughed again and so did I. How silly. I just met this guy.
So time went on. He broke up with the high school girl. I dated, cheated on, got engaged to and broke up with the red head and here I was 2 years later looking through Myspace. Yes, Myspace. There he was again. That funny guy. We stayed in contact for those 2 years. He tried to hookup with one of my friends. Lucky for me it did not work out. I was feeling sad after my breakup and I just wanted to laugh again. So I messaged him.
A couple days later he came over. I was hoping maybe this would be a date but his relaxed deminor said otherwise. I wore my lowest cut shirt I could find and we went out. Turns out the engineer is now more focused on business and my love for music education had turned into an English degree. We were both so different in those 2 years. Our passions had changed. Throughout the “date” I was so nervous. Will he hold my hand? Will he kiss me? Does this dude even like me?!
We get back to my dorm laughing and messing around. He meets my best friend who at the time was just my roommate. He sang and danced for us, acted like a total fool. We were all dying laughing. Then, my roommate said she was going out. She gave me that approving smile like, “yeah, he’s cute”, and walked out.
Left alone again, there was no longer a pineapple to gauge our level of interest. We talked for a little more and I asked what he wanted to do now. He looked at me again. The same look he gave me 2 years ago when we joked about the pineapple except this time he kissed me. It was the best first kiss I had ever had.
It’s hard to believe that we were those people. So carefree. We had all the time in the world. Our biggest stresses were getting to class on time and finishing our papers. We have changed. We have bills, a house and Taco. We have responsibilities and jobs. We are not those giggling idiots 10 years ago.
It is a privilege to grow with someone. I have seen my husband find his voice, get a job, become confidant in his choices. He is a father now. He loves with his whole heart. He’s not the man I married. I’m fine saying that because I love watching him change. He makes me so proud to be his wife.
It is an even bigger privilege to see Taco grow. My husband and I are constantly amazed with everything he does. Everyday it is something different. It makes me so excited to see what the next 10 years bring because who knows where we will be. Taco will be a full functioning kid. What will his interests be? What will he want to be when he grows up? Will he play sports or be into music?
The point I guess is that you never know what life can bring. If you would have told me 10 years ago that the quiet kid that I almost kissed would be my husband and the father of my child, I would have laughed in your face. So keep going. Keep experiencing new things. Keep loving and you may find yourself laughing at how crazy it all was back then.