I am not totally sure when, but at some point my husband aquired the nickname "hubby bear". This is our story.
Bear and I met about four years ago at a friends birthday party. We spent the entire summer hangin' out with friends. Not as a couple, but as a couple of friends. Then, he went back to work and I went back to school to my senior year. We went our seperate ways. The following summer we started hanging out again. We dated each other, but it was nothing too serious. After that summer, again we went our seperate ways. School and work. The next summer, we officially became a couple. We both worked. I wasn't going to school and he had two jobs. I moved in with him. Not totally on purpose, it just happened. I was spending a lot of time at his apartment just hanging out. It would get late, I would spend the night. Then another, and another. Before either of us knew what happened, I had closet space and an apartment key. We moved out of that apartment and away from the other two room-mates. Into a nice two bedroom apartment. We had eachother, and his dog (a black lab mix) named Aela. A couple of months later my stinky min-pin Blitzkrieg joined our home.
Last year in January, Bear and I broke up. He wasnt there for me emotionally the way I needed him to be. We decided it would be good and that it would work out okay. Later that week, Bear told me that he loved me and didn't want to be without me. We talked it over and decided that we should get back together. And that the big "M" word was the next on the progression of our relationship. I know, I know it doesn't sound that romantic. But I had fallen for him 2 years before, so this sounded like a great idea to me. I guess that proves the "if you love it let it go" saying. It has to work because there isn't a "if it doesnt love you let it go" saying.
Anywho~ We are married now. It has been almost five months already. I'm happy, he's happy. We've had some bumps, but who hasn't. I'm not expecting things to be 100% perfect, but things are good. As soon as I get used to sharing a bank account things will go a lot smoother. People ask if I'm too young... I don't think so. I tell them I'm Mormon, and then they ask why I wasn't married sooner. *SIGH* They ask if we rushed into it... if they only knew about the last FOUR years.
Well, here's to being young and in love, and too an entire life ahead of us. Just me and my bear.