happy anniversary, baby.
What is his name?
Kyle Everett “Nugget” Magnon
How long have you been married?
2 years tomorrow!
How long did you date?
I guess not very long. The real time line is as follows:
Spring 2003: we met
Fall 2004: we began talking every single day
Spring 2005: the DTR talk happened, we were dating
Fall 2005: engaged
Spring 2006: married
Who eats more sweets?
For sure, Kyle does!! Hands down. He breathes chocolate.
Who said I love you first?
I did, I think. I was on the phone with him, venting about a “friend” who had stopped by for a visit who was rather annoying. He started poking fun at me, reminding me I was the person who “loves” everybody, even the annoying “friends.” I got all defensive, talking about how, yes, I love everybody, and I love you, too…and there it was. It was out, just like that.
Who is taller?
We argue about this one a lot; I say me, he says he.
Who can sing better?
ME! He sang silent night for me, a couple of Christmas’ ago, and it was delightfully terrible. (He now claims he was playing it up to be awful, but don’t buy it!)
Who is smarter?
Him in a lot of areas, me in other areas. Our brains complement each other nicely, and perhaps, are starting to merge a bit. His math/science/OCD is rubbing off on me, while my liberal arts/activist/dirty hippie is rubbing off on him.
Who does the laundry?
I do mine and he does his, we equally do the towels.
Who pays the bills?
Nugget! If you married an accountant, would you pay the bills, or would you let the accountant do it? Genius.
Who sleeps on the right side of the bed?
Well, I do, if you’re laying in it. But if you’re looking at it, I guess Kyle does. When it comes down to it, I sleep on the side closest to the bathroom. :)
Who mows the lawn?
Kyle does. It’s his therapy. Every once and again I jump in to “help” for about 33 seconds.
Who cooks dinner?
Me, me and me. But Kyle is learning, and I’m so proud of him for that.
Who drives?
ME! And, usually, only me.
Who is more stubborn?
Yikes, can we call a tie? I think we’re equally stubborn, which will be a whole lotta fun with our kids now, won’t it?
Who kissed who first?
He kissed me, after I was practically begging for it. We were watching Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, and cuddling, and I was about to break, I couldn’t take not kissing him anymore, then he finally did.
Who asked who out first?
I guess me? There was a house show in Waco and I asked him to come down. He came back to my apartment after, where we spent the next nine hours talking until we couldn’t talk anymore, and the rest is history.
Who proposed?
Kyle…and it included food, alcohol, lies and blood!! He went on one of his infamously long bike rides (he usually stays out 3-5 hours riding) and he called me about halfway through that, panicked, saying he’d crashed his bike hard at the botanic gardens and was bleeding horribly, he thought he might pass out. So I race to go get him, believing him, considering he’s so squeamish with blood. I’m running through the outskirts of the botanic gardens, on the phone with him because I can’t find him, when suddenly, I stumble on him, and he’s stretched out on a picnic blanket with tons of yummy goodies and rose petals. We had a delicious picnic, and he proposed at the very end. It was memorable, beautiful, emotional and thrilling. Upon saying yes, I fell/jumped down on him and we just kind of rolled laughing in the grass. Perfect.
Who has more siblings?
Me! For sure!! Him=1. Me=17,000.
Who wears the pants?
That’s a tough one. We each have our strengths that make our relationship work really, really well. But when it comes down to it, I’d prefer to say that we don’t wear pants, we prefer to be pantsless.
In finding Kyle, I found something I wasn’t entirely sure even existed. I found my best friend, my lover, my rock. I found someone who makes me have giggle fits and someone who isn’t afraid to call me out when I’m wrong. I found someone who I can be myself around, every bit of my immature, proud, growing self. I found strength to truly love who I am. I found patience when I thought I had run out. I found comfort and peace, I found honesty in such massive amounts that you have no choice other than to grow constantly from it. I found one who is just as eager as I am to keep learning, to keep growing, to keep challenging and to keep pushing. I found someone who is okay with the fact that I smell really bad sometimes. I found someone who will let me do whatever I want with how I look, and thinks I’m beautiful through it all. I found a fellow animal lover. I found another music snob. I found someone with quick wits and clever antics, someone who actually loves me completely. In the end I’ll say I didn’t find him, but rather, he is the most precious gift ever given to me, and I give thanks daily that I’m so lucky to have Kyle Magnon in my life, in my heart and at my side.
Happy Anniversary, Nugget.
