Ten Years Above Ground!!

 

Yesterday was a very special day for Mr. PhD and myself.  We celebrated the ten-year anniversary of the motorcycle accident that nearly killed him and, in a twisted way, is the reason that we ended up getting married.

At some point between his junior and (first) senior year in college, Joey decided that he wanted to be a motorcyclist and traded his vehicle in on a bike.  He wasn’t a poser…a weekend biker. Nope..he was a soaked-in-the-rain, bugs-in-the-face kind of biker. Until May 12, 2001, when a driver of a pickup truck pulled out of a gas station (speeding), and failed to look both ways, running over Joey in the process.  He broke a lot of bones, it crushed his right foot and dislocated his hip (as a result, his right leg was leaning against his left shoulder), and he cut his face on the guy’s front bumper.  He spent four days in the ICU and the rest of the summer in bed/a wheelchair.

He was planning to go back to Charleston Southern to finish up his B.A.  His doc told him that he wouldn’t even be walking by the time he had to be there.  And, as such, he ended up back at Wingate.  And the rest is history.

So, Joey, here’s to you:)

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(We ate at T1 Tapas last night, which has interactive touch-screens on the table top where you can draw and play games, and then post them on the monitor next to your table.  And thus, the above masterpiece was born)

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Happy Anniversary, Joey

Interesting factoid:  the traditional gifts for seven years of marriage are copper and wool.  Joey joked that he’d give me a skein of yarn and a penny…hehe:)

Wedding day, 11/23/2002

Seven years ago yesterday, I married my best friend.  I was over the moon, but also absolutely terrified.  I was only 21, and we weren’t even out of college yet.  I had never lived away from home, away from my parents, and I was terrified about leaving them.  But, I took the biggest, scariest (at that point) step of my life, and I’m so grateful I did.

Hiking Morrow Mountain, 2/2008

Waiting to board the ship, Cruise, 5/2008

Formal night, Cruise, 5/2008

Pulling back into port, Cruise, 5/2008

Camping trip with James and Shannon, 7/2009

We’ve been through a lifetime already in seven years.  We’ve moved to TX and back, we’ve survived two M.A. programs and a PhD program.  We’ve been unemployed, homeless (mostly), felt stifled and restless yet hopeful and full of dreams.

He’s the only person I can be absolutely myself with.  Love you, Joey:)

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