Today is my 11th anniversary. My husband took the day off of work, so instead of trying to find a babysitter, we are spending the day together. Awhile ago I mentioned that our parents live across the street from each other. I got lots of questions about how we met etc. from that post. So I thought today would be the perfect time to talk about that. First off, no they didn’t always live across the street from each other. This only happened about 6 years ago. Before that it was just in the same town.
My husband and I were both in competitive summer marching band when we were in high school. He played the drums, and I played the trombone. The summer between my freshman and sophomore year we met. We played cards on bus trips, and just became good friends. Once school started he asked me to go to a movie (which happened to be labor day weekend). I was 15, and wasn’t “allowed” to date until I was 16. I told my parents were were going to a movie as a group, but they didn’t believe me. After much persuasion they let me go to the movie with this 17 year old boy, who had a car. BUT there was a catch. On Friday night we had to go out to pizza with them, and then to the high school football game. My aunt and uncle lived in town, so somehow they were there as well. Quite the first date. He must have passed the test, because the next night we were allowed to go to a movie and get ice cream together.
We dated for awhile, broke up, he went to college (only 30 minutes away), dated other people, but the whole time remained really good friends. Then the summer between my freshman and sophomore year in college we took a trip to Florida to see his sister together. She works at Disney, so it was a fun trip. Shortly before school started, we started dating again. Unfortunately our colleges were 2 hours apart, so we had to do the long distance thing. When he graduated he had a choice of moving to Fort Collins or Rochester, MN. Rochester was 1 hour away from my school, and I still had 1 1/2 years left. So Rochester it was.
We got engaged on my birthday, January 1, 2001. I still had a semester of school left. We both wanted to get married quickly, and not put it off. August 31, 2011 was the soonest we could find a place. It was on the Friday of Labor Day weekend, and it was perfect. Kind of fitting that our first date was on the Friday of Labor Day weekend as well. Fast forward 11 years later, we are in Fort Collins, and have a 7 year old son. And I would do it all over again! It has been an amazing 11 years, and I look forward many more ahead!
So today I have an Asian noodle recipe, that has my husband all over it. I made this for lunch one day when he was home, and he loved it. Quick, easy, and super versatile. You can add chicken, pork (I did that with the leftovers), shrimp, other veggies, whatever!
- 1 pound spaghetti
- 3 cloves garlic, grated
- ½ cup low-sodium soy sauce
- 1 Tbls seasame oil
- 2 Tbls canola oil
- ½ cup peanut butter
- 2 Tbls rice vinegar
- 3 Tbls carrots, shredded
- 2 Tble seasame seeds
- Cook spaghetti according to the package direction.
- In a large bowl whisk together everything but the carrots. Whisk until well combined and smooth. Toss in the cooked pasta and carrots. Sprinkle with the sesame seeds.