The story of us.

I orginally wrote this entry on October 18, 2006 in an old long-forgotten blog. It is my latest effort in backward blogging, and I can certainly see how much my writing style has evolved in the past six years. It documents how Husband and I went from meeting to marriage- much of which is so easy to forget with time – so I am glad I was able to dig it up and add it to the blog…
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Summer, 1997- Husband starts working part-time at the Nonprofit Bank while in highschool.

August, 2003 – Husband moves to Miami, FL to start law school.

September 18, 2003- I begin working at the Nonprofit Bank right out of college.

April, 2004 – Some idiot physicist I wasted a year of my life with dumps me (for the third time. Why I put up with his crap long enough for there to be a third time, I do not know) and meanwhile, Husband’s girlfriend of a couple of years breaks up with him as well.

May 10, 2004 – I switch departments at the NB and start a new job. I have never met Husband at this point and am not aware that he exists.

May 14, 2004 – Husband, back from first year of law school, returns to his part-time NB job for the summer and finds that I now work full-time in his old cube and have displaced him. He walks into the cubicle, opens the drawer beside me, puts his lunch and personal effects inside the desk, and then walks away without ever even acknowledging me. Hours later at the end of the day, Husband parks himself at my desk, talks to me about nothing memorable, and gets my phone number so smoothly that I think nothing of it except “Yay now I will finally be included when people from work go to happy hour!”

May 19, 2004 – Everyone from the NB decides to go out for a beer and pool right after work. Husband tells me I should go, draws me a map, and writes careful directions. I return home, immediately forget about happy hour, and fall asleep. Upon waking and receiving a voicemail from Husband, I head out to the bar and quickly render myself incapable of driving(i.e. I had a beer and a half). The coworkers head to another bar and I catch a ride, but have no way back to my car. Husband rode with a buddy in a small pickup truck and they offer me a ride… I can either sit in the back of the truck in the rain or on Husband’s lap. I choose the lap and during the ride back to my car realize I have an enormous crush on Husband and don’t really want the car ride to end.

May 20, 2004 – Husband and I arrive at work and he ignores me entirely, except to point out a number of mistakes that I made while documenting loan pay-offs.

mid to late May 2004- Husband begins showing up from time to time at the lake trail beside my apartment where I go walking (which is 30 miles from where he lives.) …I would assume he was a complete stalker if I wasn’t so damn infatuated with him.

May 23, 2004 – Husband point-blank asks me if I am interested in him, and mustering all of my maturity, I brace myself and say yes. I ask the same in turn, and like a sociopath, he responds with “I am watching the ESPN poker tournament right now and to use poker terms ‘I am not ready to lay my cards on the table'”. …bastard. So much for maturity. I vow to ignore him until he goes back to Miami.

May 24, 2004 – Husband invites himself over to my apartment to confuse me even more.

May 25, 2004 – Husband decides to join my friends and me at a local bar for some drinking, dancing, and debauchery. I am dragged up on stage by the band on the patio to make an ass of myself and am very glad that I elected to forego sobriety that evening. After the band finishes, I begin ranting and raving to Husband about the humiliation of it all and he cuts me off mid-sentence with our first kiss.

May-August 2004 – Husband and I are pretty inseparable all summer but don’t take it very seriously or think it will last because he will soon be 900 miles away. Many mixed signals and much confusion ensues.

early August 2004 – Round-trip plane tickets for Labor Day between our Hometown and Miami drop to $98. I rake Husband over the coals for awhile with a define the relationship talk and ultimately buy a plane ticket and discover that despite not wanting a long-distance-relationship at all, Husband has gone from being my summer rebound fling to being my boyfriend.

Labor Day Weekend 2004 – I travel to Miami, have a fantastic weekend, and Husband tells me that he loves me.

October 30, 2004 – Husband and a number of my far-flung friends arrive in Hometown for Halloween. Husband and I get into our first fight ever and it is a nasty one … My dear college roommates are wrong-place-wrong-time witnesses to said fight and manage to put their relationship counseling skills to work and break-ups are avoided.

November 10, 2004 – I board an Airtran flight to Miami and ten minutes after take-off, there is a large explosion in the right engine under the wing. The flight attendants panic and everyone on the flight is certain they are about to die. There is an emergency landing and an investigation, but the cause for the explosion is engine failure. (*This is the only time in my life that I have thought with all certainty that I was going to die. I still periodically have nightmares about the explosion and it is the most scared that I have ever been.) After an endless night in Atlanta, GA, I eventually make it to Miami for another blissful weekend with my sweetheart.

February 13, 2005 – Husband visits from Miami for the weekend and takes me to look at engagement rings …

Easter weekend, 2005 – During an excruciatingly slow day at NB, I over-caffienate myself and am seized by the irresistible impulse to drop everything and drive to Miami. I leave Hometown after work at six pm, call Husband and say I am tired and going to bed early, and drive all night (perilously stopping for gas in the middle of the night at various truck-stops on I-95, including one extra-scary one in South Georgia at 2 am). I arrive at husband’s apartment at 6:00 the next morning, call him from his front stoop and tell him there is a delivery on the porch. He says, “Can I get it later?” and I tell him, no, I don’t want the neighbors to steal it! He opens the door and I am sitting on the mat. Husband looks very confused and asks if he is still asleep. I explain to him that no, he is not, and that I am in fact as unbalanced as it would seem. The weekend is fantastic, and the 900-mile drive home is hell .

April 14, 2005 – I visit, and this time it is scheduled and unspontaneous. When I get to Husband’s apartment, he has dozens of candles (which he lit before going to the airport and precariously left burning in the empty apartment) and rose petals everywhere… “Bless the Broken Road” is playing in the background and he reads me a poem and asks me to marry him. Um yes Huband. I will.

July 13, 2005 – I move to Miami, FL because 14 months apart from Husband is all that I can stand.

July 2005-May 2006 – I am lonely, homesick, and out of my element, but still very much in love.

May 14, 2006 – Husband graduates from law school and moves with me back to Hometown.

September – October 2006 – Many pre-wedding festivities and celebrations! Whoo hoo!!

October 15, 2006 – Husband and I are married. Best party of our lives!

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