Some of the best questions I get are from friends I know. They make some of the best Coffee With Denise topics, I think.
Also, there is a bunch of those that will never see the world wide web. Just sayin.
But I got a great question from Tonya this week about my husband and I. And since this past Saturday we celebrated our 16th anniversary it was pretty perfect timing.
Tonya wanted to know…”How did you and your husband meet?”
Back “in the 1900’s” (as my boys call it), I was in high school and looking for a job. My friend Jenny had more jobs than she could keep up with so she suggested I meet her boss at the Farm Market and maybe I could get some of her hours. She assured me I would like the guy who owned the place.
So I got directions and my parents drove me out for an application.
I walked into the blue pole barn to find a really tall, really skinny man standing on the check out counter. He had Rush Limbaugh blaring so loudly he didn’t hear us pull in. He was wearing stone washed jeans – who wears those anymore? I thought – sneakers that were old man style black and he was painting.
“Hello?” I asked tentatively. Because I have never enjoyed meeting new people.
He jumped down and smashed the cigarette he was smoking into the overflowing ash tray. “Hello!” he boomed. He had the loudest voice I had ever heard. “You Jenny’s friend?”
I couldn’t get over his mustache. It was so…odd.
“Yes,” I squeaked. He pumped my are when shaking my hand, said his name and handed me an application.
I had my parents help me fill it out the application that night. I wrote a nice letter, “Dear Mr. Dykstra,” and told him my work experience – picking asparagus and helping my family grow our garden.
He hired me.
That summer, I got my drivers license. Work was the first place I drove alone. He wrote “Everyone on sidewalks better watch out now!” on my time card.
Apparently, I was a good little worker because he hired me back the next year.
Also, he shaved off the odd mustache.
We had an easy friendship. We got along well and worked well together. At the end of the summer, Jake got stood up for a date (the nerve! oh wait…this works out good for me) AND he had a graduation party he attended where he thought I would have had fun. (I have assured him I would not have had fun at a graduation party in which I did not know anyone.)
Then, one evening he kissed me.
And I nearly fell over.
Cuz Jake? He wasn’t even on my radar.
He told me, “Now, don’t panic or anything, but you are the kind of girl I could marry.”
So, he asked my dad if he could date me.
My dad still teases him about this, Jake arriving to buy pumpkins and trying to casually ask if he could date the pumpkin growers daughter.
If you know my husband, there is no casually calm to him.
We dated all my senior year and then married after I graduated. The 20th was a special date to me – my favorite aunt’s anniversary is the 19th, the world’s greatest parents anniversary is the 21st. Ours on the 20th seemed the perfect fit.
Since then we have been – well, married 16 years. Apparently the date worked well. ;)
He has kicked the smoking habit when the boys were born – and sometimes I forget he even smoked but this is a huge feat I do not congratulate him enough on. He did not want his boys following in his footsteps and he quit when S1 was a baby.
We bought our little farm we still live in just before our first anniversary.
We’ve had our ups and downs. I wasn’t too easy to live with when we were first married – hello, just out of high school?!?! Also, I could not cook. At all. We lived on Hamburger Helper and Burger King. To this day, Jake will not eat either of those.
Our lives are nothing of the we had grand plans for, let me assure you of that. But that said, it is just better than anything I could dream up. That my hubby can still make me blush, still give me butterflies, still make me laugh to my toes, still make me spitting mad, still make me swoon…well, it’s a lot of work, this marriage. But it’s totally worth it.
On our anniversary, we literally had nothing planned. When I walked in from work, however, I found this…
Flowers and coffee.
Yah, he gets me.
And later that night, we went out to a super fun, mouth watering yummy restaurant – one we have never been to but will totally have to go again because it’s close to home and THAT good.
And that is the story how we met some odd years ago…
Wouldn’t trade it for the world.
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