If you and I are friends on Facebook or Twitter, you’d see for sure that I’m still on a high from my first wedding anniversary getaway with Mr C. Actually, I’m on a high from our first wedding anniversary in general. That’s why I’ve decided to declare September as ‘Anniversary Month’! I’ve been raving about this week being ‘Anniversary Week’ for the last month or so, but apparently a week just isn’t enough to contain my joy, excitement and love.
So it came as such a delight when my dear mommy friend Purnima over at World Moms Blog asked the contributors to share stories about how we met our significant others for this week’s Saturday Sidebar. It didn’t take long for me to come up with my reply. It is, after all, the same story I’ve been telling for the last thirteen years – “My husband and I were highschool sweethearts. And we continue to behave like highschool sweethearts to this day.”
It all began in the year 1998, when I was but an awkward highschool sophomore. I’d been in the same school since the first grade, and being the sociable person that I am, I figured I already knew most of our batch. On the first day of class, I made a mental inventory of those I hadn’t met yet. Two (or three) seats up from me was this skinny guy with glasses and unruly hair, Something Cuyugan. He was apparently best friends with Yogi, someone I’ve known since the first grade, and who eventually stood as best man at our wedding.