I had to meet my husband today while he spent his lunchbreak watching the kids. I am continually amazed at how much I love and respect him.

When I met him, he was a tall, sorta lanky goth that was in ROTC and an engineering major. He would have been good at it. In all truth, he would have been good at practically anything he wanted to do. I finally got him talked out of the ROTC thing (thank god!) and he switched majors on his own. He followed me into English, which was cute, but I knew he wasn't really into it. He was doing it because he thought I was a cute girl. So that didn't last too long.

When he finally switched to what he wanted to do, I couldn't figure it out. He went into computer programming. HUH?!? My dad had been a programmer, and I was kinda fed up with that whole world. I was good at programming. I had a real aptitude for it. But there wasn't a person on this Earth that was cute enough for me to switch majors for, and especially not to THAT major. He wanted to go into it for unknown reasons. I still don't know why. He bought the internet disk, but never signed up, and his computer experience seemed limited to having a computer full of RPG's. Ugh.

But he stuck with it. We moved north. He was supposed to be able to get a job with the company my father worked for. It was supposed to be easy to find work if you knew Cobol. He found a job alright. It was in the mailroom. And although I was supposed to stay back and finish my degree, I found out I was pregnant and cursed with vicious morning sickness that never went away. School was over for me, and I still haven't finished up that degree. Someday.

Meanwhile, he rises through the ranks of everywhere he worked. He didn't stay in the mailroom long. Now, he's really starting to move up, and he's strongly looking at a Masters degree. I don't know what happened to my goth boy, but I'm kinda glad that guy disappeared. The one that replaced him has focus and determination, and there's no reason he can't find himself CEO someday. Make that CEO of a company worth mentioning.

I looked at him in the parking lot today. Gone is the long black hair. He's gone bald. Gone are the concert tees for bands that nobody has ever heard of. Replacing them is a nicely tailored suit. Even the radio station has switched from industrial to NPR. And somehow, I don't mind at all.