A couple years back I was getting to know the future Mrs. Crompton. At the time neither of us knew how serious the relationship would get. We had a date planned for Valentine’s Day and we ended up just hanging out at the Idaho State University Campus Recreation, after it was closed, watching a Child’s Play marathon. You’re all probably thinking that sounds like an awful date. I didn’t mind it and it was more so Adriana’s idea than mine. She also got her hair done earlier that day and I was a good sport and watched her purse while she gossiped with her hair stylist.
We hung out the whole day and hung out well past the midnight hour, enjoying one another’s company and just being ourselves. Adriana always told me she wasn’t much for cliches and unoriginal ideas so asking her to date me on Valentine’s Day wasn’t going to cut it. On the other hand, I’m somewhat impatient and when I want something, I don’t see the point in waiting for it when you can have it right then. So one minute after midnight, on February 15, I asked her if she would like to be exclusive. She giggled, shared a moment of silence for suspense, then said “Sure, why not.” or something like that.
The next year was a little more serious. We both knew how much our feelings for each other grew from the previous year. We ended up spending it in Mountain Home with her family and going to dinner at a restaurant that broke my bank. We got complimentary flowers along with the dinner, and we got to see a lot of interesting couples have their special night as well.
This year, as far as I know, won’t be as extravagant as last year, but I’ve noticed Adriana and I are very similar. We like to have our own special day, not a day that is a holiday and everyone else has. To me, February 15, is a much more special and significant day than February 14. February 15, will be six months since we were married. It will also be two years since Adriana called us official… January 17 is the day I call the official dating day.
Adriana has been able to get to know me as close as anyone can. She is still learning things that a lot of people know already. For example, most people that know me know that I am prone to injuries. Not your ordinary injuries, we’re talking your freak accident injuries. Running around the yard and slamming your head into the mailbox, climbing a fence and doing a flip onto the concrete, spraining your ankle while doing a bo-jangle dance down the stairs, and the most recent one: cutting your lip open making root beer floats.
“You’re the only person I know that can injure themselves making a root beer float,” said my wife.
I responded, “You’d be surprised at what I am capable of.”
This last freak accident was paying homage to The Christmas Story. I went to lick the ice cream off the scooper and my lip froze to the scooper. I panicked and yanked it away. I started tasting the copper flavor from blood more than the vanilla that was on the scooper. Adriana looked at me and shook her head, in disgust, amazement and hilarity.
I love to keep Adriana on her toes… she has to do that to give me kisses sometimes. I always tell her that I’m preparing her for when we have children. If they have even an ounce of my blood in them, they will find ways to outdo me in freak accidents.
This last part is directly to Adriana, so if you don’t feel the urge to read any further, it’s fine.
Adriana, my beautiful wife, what a journey we have been on. It seems like we have traveled so far but I realize we are barely starting our trek. I told you once and I’ll tell you this over and over again, if I had to choose between a safe and ordinary love story or our story that has had ups and downs and enough drama to make a TV show out of, I would choose ours every single time.
I love you, con todos mi corazon, and I couldn’t have picked a better way to live my life than to have you by my side through it all.
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