Elizabeth & Jim’s story

Wedding Date: Labor Day 2009

Jim and I met at college.  I was a feminist/picket sign yielding/borderline socialist/idealist freshman.  He was a conservative/carefree/politically-incorrect/ witty junior.

Jim pursued me almost immediately.  To borrow from the movie Juno, “Jocks…always want freaky girls.”  I however, was afraid to return his advances because I was raised in a house with two elder brothers who instilled a fear of the upper classman’s sole intention with an innocent doe eyed freshman.

Straight out of an episode of cliche Dawson’s Creek, on November 18, 2001 Jim and I watched the Leonid meteor shower on the soccer field, and of course shooting stars + cold night + sweet boy = a huge crush for a 19 year old girl.

We were friends for the entire year, sharing nervous banter and debating everything.  We realized that we spent the summers on the same tiny beach in Craigville, Cape Cod and that the house Jim spent his vacations in was the same house my parents had since purchased.  We were amused and amazed that we probably had simultaneously sported our Speedos while molding sand castles out of the same sand and ocean water.

My freshman year ended with me and Jim sitting in the common room on the 21st floor of his dorm (which was stockpiled with remnant furniture and trash from student’s rooms, mind you) watching the sunset over the pioneer valley, and I clearly remember knowing that we would be a happy couple the following year.

I was right, and we have been an item ever since.  I knew Jim and I would get married a few years ago as I pathetically reclined on a gurney at Mass General Hospital because I had fainted watching him as he was prepped for surgery for melanoma.  In one hazy fall I had become a typically melodramatic girlfriend and I was ready to be his wife.  The cancer cells are gone and his operations showed no further metastasis and we have decided to spend the rest of our lives together.

We love each other dearly and challenge each other daily.  He has taught me to relax, laugh, and how to manage my 401K and I’d like to credit myself a bit for the fact that he voted for Obama this election!