When Matt and I first started dating there were a few red flags. Number one, he didn’t like to dance. That was a problem, seeing as how I loved to dance in the turn up the music and let’s have a dance party sense. Number two, he wore dansko clogs. While popular in Lake Placid I was not familiar with the clogs and judged him immediately. Number three, I wasn’t quite sure if we had the same sense of humor. I told him he wasn’t funny like my friends which was a poorly worded attempt to comment on the aforementioned fear.
He’s never let me live it down.. rightfully so.
Thankfully my superficial worries melted away and I got to know Matt for who he was, not the non-dancer, clog wearing, potentially unfunny person I judged him to be. I began to learn what it was I needed and wanted in a guy… and it was him. We fell in love. He was older and wiser back then and stuck it out as I came to my senses. Now I can’t imagine someone better to balance me out. Someone who sits calmly as I break it down for a few hours on the dance floor, and agreed to take dance lessons for our wedding. Someone who packed up his clogs for a few years as I gradually found out on my own that they are great shoes (I’m thinking of getting some). Someone who does make me laugh, on a near daily basis and here’s a picture to prove it. Today he’s another year older (and wiser, naturally) and I love celebrating with him. Happy birthday Matt!