First of all, Happy New Year friends! I have my fair share of resolutions that I *may* share later today (because if I actually publish them they are for real, so I am not sure if I am ready for that!), but I would love to know what your resolutions are!
So, this post was supposed to go up yesterday, but as usual I am a day late and a dollar short. Because I have New Years dessert post planned, let’s just pretend that today is the 31st again. Good, thanks. Now pop open another bottle of Champagne, because this is going to be a long read.
In an effort to get more personal with my readers, I figured I would start with my love story. Hopefully none of you are like the mothers in my ritzy neighborhood who once they find out my age, immediately lose respect and the digs start flying. But, in reality, it is simply because they are jealous I can still play with my children (and not be exhausted after 2 seconds) and I will not be eligible for social security at my child’s 8th grade promotion. Annnnd moving on.
So when I was a junior in high school, I applied to be an exchange student. When I was accepted, my mother decided that Switzerland would be the safest country. Little did she know what I would be coming home with.
When I arrived, I was welcomed with open arms from my host family. They had an older daughter who was doing her exchange in Iowa and another daughter who was the same age as me. She and her friends certainly showed me a good time and how the Europeans like to party.
About 6 months into my exchange, I had found my bar of choice. It was an Irish pub in the middle of town. One night my friends and I walked into the busy bar and up the stairs. As soon as I walked into the room I made eye contact with this tall, skinny curly (long) haired guy with bottle cap glasses. He had an oversized Fubu jacket and tucked his jeans into his socks. In his defense, a lot of the guys in Europe used to tuck their jeans into their socks and it used to drive us (the American students) CRAZY!
Even though he was totally not my type, there was something about him that intrigued me. We talked, danced, and exchanged numbers that night. When I got home at 3am he drunk dialed me to profess his love for me. LOL, little did he know that he would be making a life long commitment very soon. From that night on we were pretty much inseparable.
About four months after first meet, he went to the Canary Islands with his mother. Aunt Flow had not come for quite a while, so I decided to text him that and tell him that we needed to take a test when he got home. Apparently, that ruined his trip. Needless to say, the day he got home we took a test and of course it was positive. We immediately went to the doctor to confirm it.
Even though I planned to have our son in the States, we planned to live together in Switzerland. However, coming from a stern Catholic family “living together” was not an option. So, at 17, he and I, along with his mother made the 5 hour trip to Las Vegas (my mother in law really wanted to go there while she was in town) where we
were obligated decided to tie the knot on New Year’s Eve.
Being 17, from 2 different countries, no money and a baby, we were destined for failure. Well, I am proud to announce that 11 years, 2 huge moves and 3 children later we are still going strong. We are not a statistic. He has a degree in Landscape Architecture and I am a year away from a degree in Political Science, with hopes of law school in the future. I truly believe that he is my sole mate, and that everything happened for a reason. It hasn’t been easy, but we continue to beat the odds every day.
During my exchange, I mastered the language and the culture (on several counts), and came home with a hell of a souvenir.
Since my husband has been begging me to make him a black forest cake for sometime, I figured this would be a perfect time. It went perfectly with
3 bottles a glass of champagne.
Thank you for reading!!!