So, last year was pretty memorable.
This year, Tuesday, there was that whole election thing going on… so, you know. Hard to compete.
In 2004, we lived just outside of downtown at 650 Kellogg, the same house Curt had lived in his whole life. Curt worked for Wolverine Building Group… where he’s worked since college. I was a nanny and a part-time ropes facilitator at Camp Roger… which would soon swing into full-time. We got Abe (our enormous horse of a labrador retriever) just a couple months after we were married.
We married at the neighborhood church… Eastern Avenue CRC, with stained-glass windows and wooden pews. That Saturday in November was warm and sunny, like God knew half our visitors would be from Texas and California and a true Michigan November might kill them. Our ceremony took approximately 17 minutes. We both carried some college debt into this arrangement, and I brought along my little s10 pickup truck to share the driveway with Curt’s Toyota 4Runner. My jeans had holes in them and Curt wore black Doc Martens to work.
A lot has changed in 8 years; a lot has stayed the same. We moved 30 miles out of the city one month before Ry was born. Curt still works for Wolverine. I stopped full-time work with when I was had Rylie, so it’s been 6 years since my W2 has read over $50. We have 3 kids, 30 longhorn cattle, 20 chickens if the raccoons were kind last night, and Abe is still truckin’ along. He is, by far, the most consistent thing in this family. I drive an Odyssey now, like the rest of America with children under the age of 10, and Curt has upgraded to a grown-up car that cannot climb sand dunes on a whim. We are debt-free minus the house and property. My jeans still have holes in them, but Curt wears big-boy dress shoes to work now. I am a better cook than when we started, and Curt is less obvious about being bothered by dust.
That’s Sugar standing guard there in the back. We moved, like, 87 times for this photo and she’s in every shot.
OH MY WORD, it has been the hardest, most ridiculous, most fun, most maddening thing I have ever done… this marriage thing. This living with a boy thing. This sharing everything THING. Hard. But worth it. I would not, could not, change a single, blessed thing.
What do you remember?
How did you meet us? Did you run track with Curt like the rest of West Michigan? Do you remember Curt talking about the California girl from Texas? Do you remember me telling you I was getting married? Have you only known me AFTER marriage… as in, you call me KATE and not Katie? I would love to know where your story meets our story.