I met Ski (John) in Norway. He and I both were in the marines. We were both out there with our units in training. We had 12 hour shifts. He had the 1st 12 and I had the second. My first day reporting for duty I walked into the communications center at the bunker (that's where we were working) He and I were both radio operators. So anyway I walk in and I see him he smiles at me with the most beautiful smile I had ever seen in my life and says Good morning, Nieves (that being my maiden name). I said good morning and moved along. I was working with one of his friend sso when they left I asked him what his friends name was and he just said well it's kind of long so we just call him Ski. So then I asked does he have a girlfriend? His friend says NO (well come to find out later he did). Anyway the next morning I see him again, he says good morning and I notice he has a cigarette in his hand. So I said, "you know it's too bad you smoke cause if you didn't I'd go out with you." He says,"so what if I quit?" From then on we started writing each other letters during our shifts and exchanging them as we changed shifts. Those were our first dates just writing back and forth. We tried to tell each other evrything. The day before I was coming back to the states he approached the guys from my unit and asked them if he could take me for a walk. They said yes but he had to have me back with in 15 minutes if not they'd come get me. So off we went to walk in the snow. I was so nervous and afraid of falling and making a fool of myself. Anyway we walked for a bit and just talked. We atopped and had our first kiss under the Northern Lights. The next day we worked together so we had a chance to talk some more. We exchanged addresses and numbers. He was stationed in North Carolins and I in Brooklyn, New York. On the way back we had to stop at his base so I wrote him a letter on the plane and left it at his door. They had to stay for another week. A few weeks later he calls me at my house and asks if he can come visit. I said sure (I didn't really think he was coming)
He drove with some buddies all the way from North Carolina and well the rest is pretty simple, we met in February, got engaged in August, got married in November all of the same year this year will make 9 years we've been together. I still call him Ski (I will never call him John) and he still smokes:mad: but I love him more now than ever.