Well after 7 years together, Jason and I have both come to the realization we are a little crazy, a little eccentric, and blessed. We made two amazing kids.
Not everyone knows this…it literally hurts my brain to think…at five years old I probably sat next to five year old Jason and may have even held his hand in the lunch line. We were in the same St. Peter’s preschool twenty six years ago. He remembers my red sequin dance outfit I wore during the seventh grade talent show. He brought me roses after my high school musicals. We went to homecoming together in the same group. Honestly, I didn’t give him much thought because he was so quiet. We never talked.
After that he came to see me perform in college, always with a rose. Once again the first time, my junior year, I blew him off quite accidentally. I was just too oblivious to think he might be into me. Even though he hardly said a word I thought it odd that out of the blue he’d come to see me perform. The only conversation we ever had was over a grape bubbly! The second time he came to see me perform finally the bells went off in my head. He brought his older sister, Jenny, who I knew better than him throughout HS. After the show, he smiled and gave me a rose. I noticed him blushing. I gave him MY number and was giddy the whole bus ride home.
When he didn’t call within a day… THE NERVE!...I (with the help of my equally crazy Mother) tracked him down. We started calling all the Kehls in the phonebook. No joke. I even called the high school to see if they had his number on record. The office called his sister out of class to give permission to give out his home phone number! I didn’t even know he had a younger sister, let alone two and a little brother! Meanwhile my Mom was happily chatting to Jason’s Great Aunt Betty that was number three on the list of Kehls in the phonebook!
Well…he called me back and the rest is history.
I’m seriously surprised my stalking didn’t scare him off…but I guess he stalked me first;-)
Jason and I have been through the wringer a few times. We’ve seen hardship together. Being almost complete opposites, as confirmed by our recent Myers-Briggs Assessment, we can really miss the ball. I want to blah blah blah about how I feel. Jason can live in a problem. He can sit in it and smoosh around in it; think about it before he talks. To me that’s just alien behavior. When I’m stressed, I need to exercise and keep busy, fix things. When he’s stressed, he tends to watch horrible mind-dumbing made for TV movies on Lifetime. The part that we are constantly learning is how to better one another; smooth out the wrinkles. He helps me to think out my emotions and be Miss Independent with drywall and riding lawnmowers. I help him skip in public and dance to Disney Princess music.
On my daily jog the other day, my heart felt full but my body felt light, like I could run for miles and miles. I realized the full feeling was happiness and the light feeling was peace.
I love my husband. I love my family. Life ain’t easy. One day at a time. Nothing is perfect…far from it. It’s been bumpy and rocky. Some days I feel like I’m scaling a mountain with only my fingernails. I think that’s what makes it have flavor. We have substance. I’m going to be cliché.
After each dark moment, we come out stronger.
I found this a few months ago. This is one of the cards attached to a rose 17 year old Jason gave to 17 year old Megan after the East Troy High School Musical “The Boyfriend”. How ironic?
Happy Anniversary Jay. Ilu.
