Alternate Lifestyle

"Whirlwind romance" is not exactly the way I would characterize my husband's courting style prior to our getting married. Glaciers, tectonic plates, and evolution all whizzed by as my husband ruminated on whether I was the "one."

We dated for 7 years - which I believe is the approximate time it takes for the entire cell structure and all the layers of the body's skin to completely regenerate itself. This means that by the time he decided I was the "one," I was actually the "two."

Now, I'm a patient gal, but about 3 or 4 years into this I queried my then-boyfriend stating, "You know, honey, I'm in no rush to get married or anything but I just would like to know our relationship is moving toward marriage. I want to be sure you're not interested in some alternate lifestyle."

He responded innocently, "No sweetie, I'm not interested in an alternate lifestyle...'Single' is just fine with me!"

What finally got him to pop the question? His mother asked him if he was ever going to marry me. His reply? "Gee, Mom, I didn't even know you liked her!"

I had a ring the next week.

But my long suffering endurance has paid off. This year, when we celebrate our 23rd anniversary, I'll be lobbying for the traditional 30th wedding anniversary gift which happens to be pearls. And a trip to Hawaii. You know why?

I consider those seven long years - time served.