Thursday, August 11, 2011

Happy Anniversary to Us!

Today is our 10th wedding anniversary.

We met in college, I an 18 year old freshman (was I ever that young?), and he an older, wiser sophomore at 23, with five years in the Marines already under his belt.  Friendship turned to romance over the course of a semester, and in the spring of 2000, we began dating.

I remember one date at a local pizza buffet.  Tuesdays were buy one, get one free, and drinks were free with a college I.D., so we both got to eat all we wanted for $5.  Gotta love college towns!

We were flirting back and forth, laughing, doing the magnetic dance all young lovers learn.  Pulling away, pulling together, pulling away.  We had eyes for only each other.  Then an old man sidled slyly up to us, took hold of my sleeve, and admonished with a twinkle in his eye, "Ain't no snelly frocking in the pizza parlor, you hear?"

I'm happy to say that there is still snelly frocking going on in the Newton house, and sometimes in public, as well.  Tee hee.

Some college friends of ours just celebrated their 10 year anniversary a few weeks ago.  I'm going to copy her clever blog post (you can read it here), and list where life has taken us thus far.  In the past 10 years, we have:
  • Both graduated college
  • Put Scott through law school
  • Taught elementary school
  • Moved to a different state
  • Taught middle school
  • Scott sat for two separate states' bar exams
  • Scott worked as a defense attorney, then as a prosecutor
  • Had two babies
  • Lost three babies
  • Mourned for the death of both of Scott's grandparents, and two of mine
  • Bought a house
  • Ran for political office
  • Scott became a judge
  • Started a blog
Happy Anniversary, Scott.  Let the snelly frocking continue!


  1. Haha! "Snelly frocking" sounds like such an old timer thing to say! Happy Anniversary to you guys! I didn't know you'd lost three babies...that must be so hard.

  2. Happy anniversary! Praying for another decade filled with love and laughter and lots of snelly frocking (which your then 12 and 14 year old will tell you how gross their parents)