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My man

Earlier this week, we celebrated our 17th wedding anniversary. 

As a little girl, I didn’t dream of wedding…

As a teenager and young adult I couldn’t imagine being married to one person for the rest of my life…

I have had 3 relationships of importance before meeting Jonathan. 

I dated my high school sweetheart for 2 years. 

Dated a guy in college for a year. 

Was single for a year than dated another guy for 2 years, we lived together for that second year and I realized on a road trip that he wasn’t the guy for me…

Jonathan was different. 

He was mysterious… 

He was speaking a foreign language (English πŸ˜‰)…

He was sexy! 😍

We didn’t plan to fall in love!

We both had plans to work in Mont-Tremblant, QuΓ©bec for awhile than move on with our careers. 

We started dating in Dec 1996…

I moved in his appartment on Feb 1st 1997… To save money and let’s be honest, he lived closer to work than I did 😜

May 1997, we embarked on a road trip… We drove at least 3,000 km together.   

My family didn’t speak English…. Jon’s French was basic and my English was improving. 

I remember my mom telling me that this guy was different! 

Mom knows best right?


I sometimes imagine conversations in my head. 

Our daughter is 17… 

We talk about many things but we also don’t talk about even more things so I imagine…  I will be ready if she ever asks me how I knew he was the guy for me. 


The truth is, I didn’t know. 

We were not planning on being together forever so we never felt the need to pretend. 

When we fell in love, we fell for each other. 

No games, no being extra nice, no wearing make-up and being available whenever he wanted me to. 

Jonathan learned not to wake me up for no reasons. 

I learned to give him space and go with the flow…. 

To be honest, I’m still working on the going with the flow thing…

That’s what my mom saw!

She saw “ME” with Jonathan. 

She saw me being myself, she saw me laugh and she saw me happy!

Over the months, it became obvious that what we had wasn’t temporary.  

I went from not being able to imagine being married to not being able to see my life without him in it!

So if Emily ever asks me how I knew…

I will have to say that it felt right…

Jonathan allowed me to be myself, loved me without asking for anything in return, accepted me the way I was (good, awesome and not so good sides), made me laugh, spoiled me with attention and shared my values. 

I believe I did the same for him!


Almost 19 years together and 17 years married…

We faced more as a couple than we ever signed up for!  

How do I know he is still my guy?

When my legs hurt, he rubs A535 on them. 

When I’m sad, he holds me in his arms. 

When I need cake, ice cream or chips… He says he won’t go get it but he goes 😍

When there is just too much going on in my head, he holds me till I fall asleep. 

When I’m down, he lifts me up. 

When he’s off, he makes us dinner! 

I believe I do as much for him as he does for me which is part of what keeps us together. 

My man!     


20 thoughts on “My man

  1. I love the way yoU write straight from the heart. What a great story of true love in the real world. Happy Anniversary to both of you!

  2. Ooh this brought tears to my eyes. You are a beautiful couple! What a lovely tribute to a man who you are obviously deeply in love with! Congratulations my dear friend! Xoxo 😘 M

    • Thank you 😊. You realize that’s the same guy that was laughing his ass off in my phoque story right? That’s my man! He also nudged a surfing board to fit inside our transport minivan… The trunk wasn’t closing so he “nudged” it. Just enough to close the trunk and… Crack the windshield…. That’s my man!
      Maybe that should be my next tribute to him 😜

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