I love stories! Every one has one. The more details the better! One of my favorite things to ask my newly engaged couples is how they met. They’re always excited to share the details. And I can’t get enough! But, at the end, my couples always ask, “What about you?” So, I decided to share our story, too. From the party to the babies here’s our story!
May 20, 2006. It was 102 degrees outside. As I walked into the house, I slammed my purse down on the counter and sighed. I had just spent a month in Wisconsin visiting family. I flew home to Phoenix and I was back in the smoldering heat wondering why I lived here. I sat down at the computer and pulled up myspace. As I scrolled through friends profiles I got a text. “Hey, want to come to a party tonight? It’s to celebrate us being out of school for two years!” “Seriously?” I thought to myself. A two year high school reunion party? You have to be kidding me. “Who’s going?” I asked. When I heard one of my best friends from school was going to be there I decided I’d go. I asked my best friend, Tai, if she wanted to come but she had better things to do. Probably dye her hair, or watch some horrific movie. She made sure to warn me about strangers and told me to call her when I was done.
So I grabbed my keys and got into my brand used Mazda Miata. I was so proud of that car. It had lights that flipped up and a cd player! I could zip in and out of places like no ones business. Anyways! Back on track. I pulled up to some random house, got out of my hip new car and walked up to the door. I nervously opened the door and immediately scanned the room. There were a few people I knew so naturally I gravitated towards them. As I walked through the house I made small talk with a few friends until I looked out the sliding glass doors. And there he was. Sitting outside. Drinking a Corona. In his black flat brimmed hat. Dickies, a Skin shirt and DC shoes.
It was like time stood still. Everyone else in the room disappeared. The music stopped and all I could think was he is mine…