Because he cut his hair for me…

Almost 18 years ago, while backpacking with my roommate through the Yucatan, we’d decided to stop over in Tulum, Mexico (we were living in Mexico City as exchange students at the time) and stay a few days at Don Armando’s, a very rustic little place where you could rent a hut and a hammock and enjoy virgin white sand and turquoise waves (perhaps you might even be inspired to write a book about it some day).  Little did I know that within hours, a gorgeous man, with deeply tanned skin, long waves of black hair, and a delicious muscular frame would ask me to dance to Bob Marley and become the the love of my life.  

Image

Fast forward two years later…he and I were living together in Mexico City. I was working on my Masters and wondering what would happen next to our relationship–in one year, I would need to go back to the U.S. and start paying off those student loans. And while I was wildly in love with my boyfriend, I had to face reality: he didn’t speak English or even have a passport and his enormous family was in Mexico. I couldn’t stay, and he wouldn’t come with me. It would never work out for us, which broke my heart.  

But on our two year anniversary, we would return to Don Armando’s, and he would propose with some of our best friends there to witness and Halley’s Comet overhead…

He would move to the U.S. with me, for a few years, anyway.

Image

That next year was one of the hardest ever.  We had to get him a visa to the U.S., and I can tell you it’s not like in the movies. At every turn, it seemed a new issue popped up on the paperwork, but bottom line, the biggest hurdle came when his attempt at getting his Mexican passport failed. If he wanted one, he’d have to enlist for military service because he’d waited so long (it’s some weird Mexican law).  

Javier Olivares

I’ll never forget the day he showed up at home without his beautiful black locks–a requirement for enlisting. He looked adorable, needless to say, but at that moment I knew he was truly willing to give up everything for me–his home, his family…his hair. 🙂

A year later we were married near San Francisco.  

Image

That was 15 years ago and while much has changed (and he never did manage to grow back that hair), to this day he continues to be the love of my life.  Happy Anniversary, my love.

 

Me

 

 

 

 

 

Advertisements

~ by mpamfiloff on April 5, 2013.

4 Responses to “Because he cut his hair for me…”

  1. Awww…! How sweet, it could have happened in one of your books! And that photo is just lovely, you look like a princess! No kiddin’!
    And oh, Congrats on your anniversary!! kisses!

  2. Awwww…thank you, Hida! I love this pic because the poor guy just looks terrified. LOL…Imagine him being there with my entire family and not being able to speak English. Maybe it was a good thing? Ha!

    • Haha!! Your poor hubby! It is terrifying! Really! But all that matters is the happy ending 😉 Which I wish it lasts forever and ever! Hugs!

  3. What a great romantic story!! What a gorgeous man! He sounds like the stuff of romance novels, hang on tight to him!!

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

 
%d bloggers like this: