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On Memorial Day weekend of 2000, I was still in the Navy, and intended to spend the weekend in my barracks room enjoying the quiet, since my roomies were all three away for the weekend. I managed to get away with that on Saturday and Sunday, but on Monday morning I was woken up by Michelle and Sarah. They were determined that I come with them to the hotel room that they had procured for the day because I just had to meet this new friend of theirs. Neither of them were trying to play match maker or anything like that, (Sarah actually kinda had a crush on him). They simply thought that he was really cool and very funny and besides they didn't think it was healthy that I stay in my room all weekend. It might be beneficial to point out here that I was 21 at the time (going on 35), which doesn't seem all that old until you realize that you are surrounded primarily by people who have just barely made it past their eighteenth birthdays. Then you suddenly become everyone's mother.
After trying numerous times to explain why I genuinely wanted to stay in my room, I finally came to the conclusion that resistance was futile. I told them to let me get showered and dressed and promised to meet them in 30 minutes on the smoke deck of the boy's barracks where their new friend lived. So, 10:30 am on Memorial Day found me walking over to the smoke deck in front of the guy's barracks prepared to babysit the "children" for the day. As I was approaching them, this guy standing on the smoke deck caught my attention. He looked closer to my own age than most of the others, and there was just something about him. Then, he turned his head and we made eye contact.
Nothing I can say here is going to come out sounding as though I didn't read it in some crappy romance novel. In fact, I probably did read it in some crappy romance novel on several occasions. Nevertheless, when he looked me in the eye, something happened. In that instant I just knew, immediately, and without rhyme or reason, that I was staring into the eyes of the man I was going to marry. I kept walking toward him, before Michelle's laugh jolted me out of my reverie. I turned to look for her with the intention of telling her that I was going to have to bail on her. I had to see about a guy. That's when I realized that Michelle was standing right next to the guy with the prophetic eyes, and that Sarah was on his other side. One of them, I can't remember which, immediately started introducing the two of us. Turns out that the beautiful man whose eyes showed me my future was the same man that the girls were just dying for me to meet.
I spent that day with the three of them, in a hotel room with a bottle of Jack Daniels. I didn't talk much. I just watched and listened. The following weekend, I went out with "Prophecy Eyes" again on Saturday and Sunday nights. From that point on, we were pretty much inseparable. Every day that passed made me more and more certain that my initial flash of insight had been correct and that I had finally met "The One".
And a few weeks later, on July 15, 2000, I became Mrs. "Prophecy Eyes". And today, we celebrated seven years together.
I love you, Trent! Happy Anniversary!
After trying numerous times to explain why I genuinely wanted to stay in my room, I finally came to the conclusion that resistance was futile. I told them to let me get showered and dressed and promised to meet them in 30 minutes on the smoke deck of the boy's barracks where their new friend lived. So, 10:30 am on Memorial Day found me walking over to the smoke deck in front of the guy's barracks prepared to babysit the "children" for the day. As I was approaching them, this guy standing on the smoke deck caught my attention. He looked closer to my own age than most of the others, and there was just something about him. Then, he turned his head and we made eye contact.
Nothing I can say here is going to come out sounding as though I didn't read it in some crappy romance novel. In fact, I probably did read it in some crappy romance novel on several occasions. Nevertheless, when he looked me in the eye, something happened. In that instant I just knew, immediately, and without rhyme or reason, that I was staring into the eyes of the man I was going to marry. I kept walking toward him, before Michelle's laugh jolted me out of my reverie. I turned to look for her with the intention of telling her that I was going to have to bail on her. I had to see about a guy. That's when I realized that Michelle was standing right next to the guy with the prophetic eyes, and that Sarah was on his other side. One of them, I can't remember which, immediately started introducing the two of us. Turns out that the beautiful man whose eyes showed me my future was the same man that the girls were just dying for me to meet.
I spent that day with the three of them, in a hotel room with a bottle of Jack Daniels. I didn't talk much. I just watched and listened. The following weekend, I went out with "Prophecy Eyes" again on Saturday and Sunday nights. From that point on, we were pretty much inseparable. Every day that passed made me more and more certain that my initial flash of insight had been correct and that I had finally met "The One".
And a few weeks later, on July 15, 2000, I became Mrs. "Prophecy Eyes". And today, we celebrated seven years together.
I love you, Trent! Happy Anniversary!