Lucky in Love

Aaron and I have an email relationship. It's been this way since the beginning. He confessed his love (not the first time, but the second time) over a wonderfully written, charismatic email and that was the day I knew. We call it "THE email". Maybe someday I will share it, but that someday will have to be after Aaron dies.

We have volumes and volumes of emails sent to each other. We spent our entire engagement living 4 hours apart... and it was before the cell phone age, so the majority of our "conversations" are written down. Our first couple of years of marriage were school years for both of us. We were lucky to see each other for an hour a day, but we definitely kept in touch... it just happened to be over email. And of course, law school was the same story. We literally have thousands of emails, and I just so happen to have all those emails printed out... and in chronological order in three ring binders.

If my house burnt down, these volumes are one of the first things I would grab. Pictures are important, but love letters (and some not so lovey-dovey) mean something more to me. These emails tell our story. And it's not the same story that I wrote in my journal. I always tell people that I can't remember the first few years of motherhood (I was so busy with school, work and two little toddlers) but I have SO many emails written to my husband about what happened during those busy days. And I am so glad I do! A few days ago, I was thumbing through these emails and laughed out loud several times. How quickly we forget! How much fun it is to remember!

I decided to copy and paste a couple of emails on my blog.. and don't worry, they aren't the lovey-dovey stuff. Just a couple of everyday stories that could have been easily forgotten..
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From: Janet
Title: Do you think my mom is GORGEOUS?

I went to the store with the kids in tow because cereal was on sale--- and I know how much you love Lucky Charms. I told the boys if they were good at the store, we could rent a movie on our way out-- (Redbox is the bomb!)

The couple in front of us was taking entirely too long deciding which movie to rent.. when the wife's cell phone rang. She answered with, "Hi Mom!" and then proceeded to tell her mom which movie choices they were thinking about. Then she handed the phone over to her husband. His greeting totally shocked me. He put the phone to his ear and enthusiastically said, "HEY GORGEOUS!" I just couldn't help but smile because he was talking to either his mom or his mother in law--- Have you ever described your mom (or mine) as GORGEOUS? It's kinda cute and kinda twisted at the same time.

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From: Aaron
Title: evil soap dispensers

So I just went to the bathroom and went to wash my hands and when I pushed down on the soap dispenser it shot across the entire sink and hit me right in the crotch...right on my zipper. Now it looks like I stained my pants for the day.

It would probably come out with some water...but that would mean getting that area even more wet. So, I'm stuck with the soap on my crotch. My hate soap dispensers.

("My hate" is what Zack says... or used to say anyway.)

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From: Janet
Title: get outta my personal space!

I took the boys to a consignment store today. It was empty and it seemed like the manager was super excited when we walked in the door. She kept asking what we were looking for and how she could help. She was a short little Asian woman and although I liked her enthusiasm, sometimes overly anxious customer service people can bug! She seriously followed us down every isle. If I touched an article of clothing and put it back, she asked if it wasn't the right size or why I didn't like it. Geez lady! And if the kids picked up a toy and played with it for a minute, she was breathing down their necks, just waiting to put it back where it belonged. Eventually I told them not to touch anything. Just as I was about to leave, I turned around and for some odd reason, she was at my feet-- picking something off the ground. She stood up at the same time that I turned around and I elbowed her right in the head. (I told you she was short!) I could tell it really hurt her... you know when it's a hard hit. She grabbed her head and just kept saying "Ouch!" And I am such a bad person because I wasn't about to say sorry. I was just trying hard not to laugh.... first of all, because I always think it's funny when people get hurt... and secondly because she totally DESERVED it. We left without buying anything, and now I can see why her store was empty.
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*As I was printing out our recent emails and filing them away, I realized something... This past year, we have really been slacking in the email department. I figured it was because Aaron's job has been busier. And then it hit me. We finally have cell phones. Much more convenient, but if any of our posterity ever decide to read our Email Love Story, they will think we split up in 2008.