That’s how long ago it’s been, as of today, that John and I have been a couple. On February 16, 1987, he asked me if I would be interested in going out with him, and I bet if he could have seen the future, he would have run the other way instead. But I guess if any of us could see the future we’d run the other way, right?
I went to college with the express intention of finding a husband. I also said he would be a lawyer (because I thought all attorneys were rich!) and that we would have a lot of children (I wanted ten) and I would stay home with them. I got what I planned for, although it doesn’t always look exactly the way I thought it would! John went to college to prepare to join the Foreign Service. He was going to live a wild bachelor existence until he was at least 30, and he wasn’t really interested in having children at all. He also got what I wanted. 🙂 I think he’s not sorry, most days.
Our early courtship was . . . shall we say . . . complicated, because John had been dating my roommate first. But we worked through that, and all the things that followed. We were best friends first, and I know that helped (still does). We also enjoyed one of those romantic, chemistry-charged beginnings–and we can usually recall those feelings when we need a boost, even if that kind of intensity cannot be sustained non-stop for 25 years.
We’ve always celebrated this date with the same fervor as our wedding anniversary–which is probably why Valentine’s Day has never been a big deal for us. The first year we were dating, we exchanged cards on the 16th of every month! John planned to pop the question on August 16, 1988, which would have been our 18 month anniversary, but once he had the ring he just couldn’t wait, so he asked on July 16 instead.
I have an exceptionally clear and detailed memory of my whole life up until I started having children. Ask anybody. And I’m glad, because I can conjure up not only the feelings of those early days (not wanting to eat, seeing John’s face floating above the Platonic dialogue I was supposed to be reading, being able to think of nothing but our next meeting . . .) but the actual details (what happened each day leading up to the 16th, where I sat and waited for John to meet me after his class, him playing “Only the Good Die Young” whenever I came over– and no, it did not work!). This is more important than ever now.
Because normally today I would go to my dresser drawer and pull out a sheaf of love letters and cards from the first year of that courtship, still in their envelopes, many addressed not to “Leslie” but to “Pumpkin” or whatever the pet name of the week was, neatly arranged in chronological order. It embarrassed John to hear the things he wrote back then, but I treasured them, and realizing they were reduced to ashes was the post-fire moment that brought me closest to tears.
Which brings me to a happier story that I don’t think I’ve shared yet. When I tell people that our house burned down, the thing they all are most upset by is the loss of all our pictures (we will be the last generation that can lose pictures to fire, thanks to computers). Now, honestly, I was more upset about a lot of things. That’s because I made triple prints of every photo and sent one whole set to John’s family in Baltimore, so I knew that most pictures of our kids survived somewhere. I thought, though, that our pre-kid pictures were gone for good.
One day John went over to the ruins to get our fire proof box, which had all the negatives for our pictures, including our wedding pictures. Sadly, fireproof does not mean waterproof, and everything in the box was ruined. But John also came home with a photo album with some salvageable pictures. I sent him back to look again and he returned with most of our photo albums and the baby books too! Somehow, amidst the utter destruction of the room they were in, the built-in cabinet they were stored in provided some level of protection. The albums are singed and many pictures are ruined. But many can be saved.
I can’t do it. Looking at the destroyed ones upsets me and so does the very strong smell of fire. But Emily worked on it at Christmas time and will finish the job this summer. And because of this little miracle, I do have a couple of courtship pictures to illustrate this story.
My 21st Birthday
Diplomatic Ball – Georgetown 1988
So glad you are able to enjoy these pictures! What a good looking couple! It is so funny, how we all look so different now than we did decades ago, even though we think we still look like we always have, maybe even better!
I remember when my mother went to her 25th high school reunion and I asked her they would all be able to recognize each other! I have no illusions about looking as good as I did back then. I just would like to be that thin. And I wish I had appreciated it more at the time! Thanks so much, Helga, as always, for reading and commmenting.
Happy First Date Anniversary! What a wonderful thing to celebrate. And I”m glad you were able to salvage at least some of the pictures. Old pictures can evoke such strong emotions. At least for me!!
Thanks! Yes, I love pictures. Especially pre-digital, when they didn’t always turn out so well. Those are some of my favorites!
Leslie, I enjoyed reading this sweet story. It’s a blessing that you were able to find a few pictures, and good ones too! Love and miss you all!
Stephanie
Thank you so much, Stephanie. I hope all is well with you and all those adorable girls.
congratulations – I LOVE a happy ending! 🙂
Thank you, Sheri!
How wonderful that Emily is working on the photos of your college years. This way you can be surprised by what made it through the fire and subsequent water damage rather than having to be sad over and over at every photo that can’t be saved. Good job, Emily!
She’s not just doing that–she’s doing all the baby pix and the baby books as well. She never saw the ruins so the smell does not affect her the way it does me.
Thank you so much for sharing this! My parents lost everything in a fire a few years ago and so many memories were destroyed. My mom was able to get some of our childhood photos from me and other friends and family, but not everything. I’m glad you were able to get some physical pieces of your memories back! xo
Thanks *you*! I’m so sorry about your parents. There is nothing like losing everything that you own. Nothing. I still cannot wrap my mind around it sometimes. I hope that your parents have achieved some emotional healing.
A big congratulations! 25 years is very special!
Thanks, Nicole!
Leslie, back then I was Liz Redmon while we were at Georgetown. Congrats on the 25 years. My husband and I had a long-distance romance (he was at NYU) and we’ve been together since ’87 too, but November.
I’m so happy to have found your blog. I don’t have many pictures from Georgetown, but I promise that if I find any that you are in, I’ll send you a scan!
Hey, Liz! I’m so tickled you found me! Please, if you find any old Seminar pix, send them my way. Rock me Feuerbach!
What a beautiful love story – this almost brought me to tears, and I rarely cry, and I have no personal connection with you outside of the blogging world.
It is amazing that you do have a few pictures you were able to find and salvage. That is quite awe-some. Thank you for sharing an inside glimpse into your courtship and love story! 😍
I love making people cry. 🙂 Thanks for the sweet comments.
What a life, thanks for sharing at the Pit stop 🙂
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