To the outside observer Cody and I are like oil and vinegar.

While I am peppy! outgoing! dramatic! and always with the talky talky!

Cody is shy. reserved. stoic.

I am an exclamation point. Cody is a period.

Both of my parents have never understood us.

We first saw each other in August of 2000. Our first date was mid November 2000. We were secretly engaged in early December, official by New Year’s and I had a big shiny ring on my finger January 16th, 2001. We were husband and wife less than six months later, two months after my 18th birthday.

Needless to say I would “pad” our time spent dating to a lot of people. I usually added about a year when strangers asked and a few extra months when people I knew asked.

I can’t stand newlyweds. Can’t stand people (celebrities mostly) who go on TV and GUSH about how in love they are. They give interviews claiming they have met the love of their life and they are ready to settle down and start a family, they claim marriage “fits” them. (And really when I say “they” I mean Britney Spears. Mostly.)

I was always cautious about admitting how in love with my husband I was. From the moment I met him. I knew people were watching us, waiting for us to fail. As the years passed by I still never proclaimed my love for him openly. When in reality I would squee internally every time his truck pulled up. Or every night when he would reach over to pull me close to him as we fell asleep.

I guess I never wanted to jinx it.

A neighbor of mine said to me a month ago that I never seem happy when Cody comes home. I don’t go to the door and greet him with a hug, a kiss and a “how was your day?” She was completely right, but even though I may not show it on my face, my stomach still does little flutters when I hear his key in the door.

Besides, If I were to run to the door and suddenly greet him he’d wonder what I had broken or how much I had spent.

We’re coming up on being together for eight years. I think it’s safe to finally admit something.

I am so disgustingly in love with my husband I could put any newlywed to shame.

I love the way he smells. I love the way my head rests perfectly on his chest when we hug. I love that his hands are always warm and they have the perfect texture, rough but not nasty. I love that he works so hard. I love how much he loves his family. I love how he looks when he comes home from work, sleeves rolled up, tie undone.

He knows me so well. I can’t hide from him. And yet neither of us completely depend on each other. I am okay with who I am without him by my side, but I know I wouldn’t be who I am if he had never stood there in the first place.

I love him.

I always have.

From that moment I opened my front door and saw him standing there on my porch with white socks, sandals and jeans.

We are supposed to be together. With all of our flaws, quirks, annoyances and faults.

I realize that eight years isn’t that long in the grand scheme of things. Bad things could happen. I could still be considered naรฏve to a lot of the world.

Cody wrote me the second love letter of our career last week. The whole letter was magical and spewing rainbow love kisses of glittery butterflies, but most of it is none of your business. This however stood out to me:

“I often find myself thinking about what kind of jackass I am for not telling you everyday how I feel about you. I made the perfect decision when I decided to marry you. We may have rough patches at times, but with each month since we have been here in Indiana, I have felt like we have grown closer and closer together. Maybe Indiana is our lucky state; and that just does not sound right.”

I no longer hate Indiana. It is our lucky state. Because whether we leave or stay, I have fallen more in love with him over the past two years than I had in the previous six. Funny how easy it is to love someone more when you share a strong mutual dislike for the state you live in something.

We are good.

We are in love with each other.

It may be the best feeling I’ve ever felt.

Now enough with the mushy mushy. As you were.


  1. I love it when you’re mushy Casey.

  2. I knew it!

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  3. I love it!!! I knew you were just a big mush ball inside all of that “i hate newlywed” nonsense!!!

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  4. Very sweet. Thanks for sharing.

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  5. Yay! I love all the love.
    Keep rockin it.

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  6. Now I’m feeling glittery butterflies. That was an incredibly sweet and honest post.

  7. I’m TOTALLY the same way. I’m not gushy, but, dang, I love my husband!

  8. Aw!! I love it!! I didn’t realize that you’re my age. Hm. Now I know!

    And I love that you love your husband. With all the marriages breaking up and stuff, it’s just great to read about someone in love! In long lasting MARRIED love!

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  9. *sniffle, snort and snuckle*

    Love this. I relate completely!
    Beautiful hon.

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  10. i’m kind of cracking up that you haven’t even had your first date together! so in love. and your first date is in like…what…6 weeks?

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  11. Okay that is just sickeningly sweet.

    I LOVE IT!!!

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  12. That makes me squee a bit, too! Too cute, I love it.

  13. That is lovely! And thanks for the peek into the love letters, since I insisted… So precious. It is wonderful to be really and truly in love, especially when it lasts and lasts.

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  14. Ooh I love it. How sweet!

    And he did. not. wear socks with sandals on your first date.

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  15. Awww!! It’s so wonderfully sweet to hear how smitten you two remain after eight years. ๐Ÿ™‚

  16. AWWWW. You two are so sickeningly cute–but in a good way! =)

    And I, too, hate when people are all “so is he…THE ONE?” Um, we’ve been together three years, I ditched my life in NYC and moved 3,000 miles for him…I’d like to think I wouldn’t do that for someone with whom I didn’t see a future! But still, I won’t use that term (The One).

    We are so you guys. I’m the exclamation point, he’s the period. I’m loud and chatty (and possibly obnoxious), he’s quiet and brooding and intellectual.

    I am so impressed that you guys met at 17 and have managed to stay together. Most of my friends who married between 18-22 were divorced within a couple years. You two give the rest of us hope!

    And I still totally get butterflies every time Scott calls, texts or comes home from work.

  17. Met my husband when I was almost 19 & he was 19. We talked about getting married within 2 months of meeting. We didn’t tell anyone, because we knew they’d think we were crazy. It’s so wonderful to hear other stories of couples who met young, knew it was right fast, and have stayed together and are still in love. Congratulations on having met the one, and on the love you found!

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  18. Ha! I totally understand the bringing together bit! I’ve told Wal I would follow him to the ends of the earth. That it is HIM I love and want to be with not our location. Then I have to qualify that. I will follow him anywhere except South Carolina. We met in a small town in SC. Me a liberal girl from Massachusetts. Him a liberal from England. Not a good fit SC!! So I joke that I’d follow him to Kazakhstan. Just don’t ask me to move back to South Carolina!!

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  19. Married for eight years and not had your first date yet?…

    My husband and I knew after two weeks that we would marry, and have been married for nineteen years, two months and seven days. We still have people we have just met ask if we are newly married – and no, we aren’t mushy together, we just love each other. I guess it shows in the little things we do and say.

    So it is good to hear you are so much in love and hope to hear it when you’ve been married nineteen years (and I thirty)…will that make us old? ‘cos my birth certificate makes me 41, but I’m only 25 inside. ๐Ÿ™‚

  20. I love a little mush from the Moosh in Indy. lol

    What a great Happy Anniversary message! Congrats on eight years.

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  21. OH!

    I can only hope to be able to write something that sensational some day about a man in my life.

    First, though, I need a man in my life …

    Thanks for letting us know that wedded bliss isn’t just a nice phrase.

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  22. This is a beautiful, beautiful post.

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  23. I love it. You seem like an incredibly sweet, sincere person. And those types of people deserve to be head-over-heels in love….especially 8 years after “I do.”

    And….you don’t like it here? ๐Ÿ˜‰

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  24. This was adorable. The “key in the door” is how I always describe my love for Damon after three years. Whenever we get into a lover’s spat, I think, “Yes, but I still get that flutter of excitement when I hear the key in the door. It’s worth saving.” True.

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  25. aww! My husband and I are coming up on 8 years together, too. we weren’t quite as young as you (he was 21 and I was 22 when we got together), but we fell hard and fast and were pregnant a mere four months into our relationship. no one thought we would last. no one. except us. I’m still amazed at how in love we are.

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  26. This post put a big smile on my face. Thanks for sharing that. Love, as smiles, seems to be contagious too : )

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  27. Such a great post! Thank you for sharing.

  28. awwww… so cute. While I’m not a big fan of the mushy mushy lovey lovey stuff, I loved this post. Thanks for showing us (and by us, I mean me) that true love is possible.

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  29. Oh, I will never be “as I was” after that. Really nice. But I’m sorry you hate Indiana. Bloomington rocks. But Indy does sort-of suck, I guess.

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  30. Wow, add me to the list of people who had no idea you were my age. I thought you were a little bit older, but I guess I was just judging from how long you’ve been married. Nothing wrong with meeting your soulmate at a young age — my parents were married at 17 and 19 and had me at 21 and 23. ๐Ÿ™‚ And they are still married…for 28 years.

  31. That’s sweet. I am still waiting for a love letter like that. (Only one year in, but I kind of expected one sooner than this.) Maybe in seven years. : )

  32. See, there’s got to be good about every state…even Indiana. What a fun post. Loved reading it.

  33. Another person in the “yucky love stuff” closet, huh? I hope some day I can come out and proclaim my secret love for my husband too. But, he doesn’t get that til he learns to put the toilet seat down!

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  34. aw i love the mushy mush. good to hear.

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  35. That was a wonderful post. I want this. It was lovely.

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  36. VIVA the Moosh Family!!! It’s clear there is lots of love there – just look at the moosh’s face.

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  37. I love mushy. In fact, I live for mushy. I love my husband more now than ever as well. Good for you! Congrats on the mushy ๐Ÿ™‚

  38. aww, Mush in Indy! So sweet. ๐Ÿ™‚

  39. The only thing my best friend and I had in common was a similar loathing for Florida…18 years ago. Sometimes having a common enemy is all it takes to make a bond stronger…but you won’t ever read that in a Dr Phil book. Because he’s a communist.

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  40. Awesome.

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  41. so freaking cute. ๐Ÿ™‚

    and now i know you’re my age!

  42. Beautiful, just beautiful.

    You are lucky to have each other…

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  43. oh now this is absolutely fantastic.

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  44. Such a sweet, sweet post for a sweet couple!

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  45. I thoroughly enjoy stories like this. It reminds me a little of my husband and I. My husband is a bit older than I, and I fully believe he saved me. He was a youth pastor when we met, I was 18 and screwed up. I immediately knew he was the one. Everyone I knew mocked me but 9 months later we got married. 4 years later we had our little girl and now we are living our happily ever after. (although thank God he is no longer a pastor, they don’t make nearly enough money to support a stay at home mom!)

    Although I am obviously still head over heels for Chris. You know the really annoying gushy head over heels type!

  46. Wow!

  47. And the chorus goes, “Awwwwwwwwww”.

    That was sweet little Mooshy head.Or is it now Mush-in-Indy?

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  48. That was beautiful. My ode to my husband, were I brave enough to write it, would be the opposite of your in the sense that it would be all about finally finding the perfect someone after many many years of mistakes. In my case, it’s the growing up part that finally opened my eyes to someone I could truly love. But I share your refrain of loving every day deeply, of probably not saying it enough, of standing stronger together, even though alone is not weak. Thanks so much for articulating this and reminding me of what I need to be better at voicing myself.

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  49. I was going to say some nice things about Indiana, and then I realized that I haven’t lived anywhere but here. So who am I to say it’s great being here? It’s great for ME to be here. lol. But i’m glad that it’s your lucky state, that you were able to keep building on your relationship because in the big scheme of things it doesn’t matter where you are as long as your together..
    you bring out the sappy!

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  50. AWWWWWW!!!! ๐Ÿ˜‰

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