Do you believe in Fate? I do because if not for that little four letter word, I would not be celebrating my 9th (yes I said 9th) wedding anniversary with the love of my life tomorrow. For those of you who don't know the story (and I don't imagine there are many because I love to tell it) I met George in a BAR. Yup he was a lush back then before I got a hold of him- just kidding honey. Actually, I was a bartender at RoseBowl Lanes where George bowled every Thursday night with the boys but I never worked on Thursdays, so I had never met him before. Then one week someone had asked me to switch shifts with them and because I said yes I was there when George came in. FATE Now I'm pretty outgoing and as a bartender I talked with everyone but I thought this guy was kinda cute so I paid extra special attention to him (even giving him free drinks). Get him drunk, have my way with him, what the heck, right? Then he asked me for my phone number and if I would go out with him if he called me? Be still my heart!!! Of course I said yes of course and gave him my number. Then immediately ran over to Kris Leonhardt and asked if she knew the guy across the bar because I had just gave him my phone number? She assured my George Chrouser was a sweetheart and I couldn't do any better than to date him. No truer words were ever spoken. I had to wait about a week for him to call for a date and we saw City of Angels with Nicholas Cage and Meg Ryan. Good date movie.
On December 7, 1998 George asked me to marry him and spend the rest of my life with him. Nine months later on September 18, 1999 we were married. It was a beautiful warm(actually very hot) fall day and couldn't have been more perfect. I never had any doubts that I loved George or that we were meant to be together, in fact I used to journal and I had written in one journal shortly after we started to date that "I have met the man I am going to marry" but when I walked down the aisle and saw the tears running down his face, I was complete.
In the nine years since we have married we don't always see eye to eye, we may not speak to each other for short periods of time, and we definitely can't travel together without arguing but there isn't a morning that George doesn't kiss me good bye when he leaves for work and tell me he loves me and a night that we don't kiss each other good night!
George is my other half, the better part of me, he completes me. The song how do I breathe without you kind of says it all. I am independent and can go places and do things with out George just fine but when I come back it feels like coming home. That is what love is all about. The best thing I ever did was give my phone number to a strange man in a bar 10 years ago.