The history of Mr. G & I…

Mr. G. will prolly kill me for posting these pics, but well…I live on the edge, what can I say?
Some people ask questions about how Mr. G. and I met…what our “story” is/was…it all started out in an English Pub in May of 1995.  So the story goes…

When we first met...1995

We hit it off immediately and I found him to be sweet and easy to talk with and even though he is pretty reserved, the boy certainly had some strong opinions on things.  I kinda like that about a person, so well…we became close friends. 

Always dating others, yet running into one another here and there, we always had a great time together.  Talking, laughing, getting away from it all…kinda sounds like an affair, yet it was always very platonic.  The shot above was taken 6 months after we met in 1995…that seems like a lifetime ago.

Fast forward several years - the guy I had been dating, moved back to Ireland…I was working a lot, doing my thing and Tropical Storm Allison hit Houston in June of 2001.  I lost my car in that storm, and for some strange reason, I called Gary to come help me out…I didn’t even have a phone number for the guy, just knew where he worked and called him.  He showed up at my doorstep as soon as he could.  And from that moment on, literally, we started dating…

One month before we began dating...look pretty cozy, eh?

Our first "official" date at the Rainbow Lodge 2001

We rented a house together that fall…We sat in horror in that first house on Barwood, watching as the World Trade Center crumbled to ground…we’ve been through our ups and downs, the rough patches, the good times.  We’ve laughed and cried, and told secrets that no one will ever know.

In 2004, we decided to take a break from one another…but when my Dad died, he truly was one of two people who was really there for me.  I was so thankful to have them in my life through such a tough time. 

The one thing you can count on with Mr. G., being the engineer that he is, he never sugar coats it…so all the people that would tell me “Oh, it will get better…blah, blah, blah” kind of fell away.  He didn’t feed me the lines, he was just simply there.

I decided to take off to Los Angeles…thinking the change of scenery would do me some good…and through the years I was out there, we flew back and forth and I realized that my home and heart was truly in Texas.

Was only home for about 5 months and we decided to get married…quietly, no fuss, no muss on a deserted beach in Galveston, TX just after Hurricane Ike had torn through…we stood on the beach, with a few of our friends and their children and sealed the deal, so to speak!

After the ceremony - Galveston, TX - November 2008

We celebrated our one year anniversary a month ago…I’ve been so busy that I haven’t had a chance to share with the World my true adoration for the man I love so much…I am thankful for him every day…He centers me, he believes in me, he supports me and he means the World to me!!!  And he is and will always be my Michigan J. Frog!!!

Strangely enough, growing up…I remember laying on my bedroom floor with my Smiths albums…fondly singing one song in particular, never realizing that 23 years later it would kinda come to fruition.  (He is from Birkenhead, however he is NOT tattooed)

What she read
All heady books
She’d sit and prophesize
(It took a tattooed boy from Birkenhead
To really really open her eyes)