a how we met story
A year ago I was at the PA Renaissance Faire. I hadn't been t a faire in years, and the fact that I was there was mostly due to a guy I was trying to date and his interest in going. My last impulse of the day was a stand I'd walked by a million times with little to know interest. They sold cute little dragon shoulder puppets I'd never been able to work properly, but I was waiting for Mike so I went in. On my way out a figure stopped me. He was cute, he was a bit sexy, and it was all only magnified by the Irish accent he pulled off impressively well. My attention was so strongly held I failed to notice the black jeans and other accuracy atrocities. We had a brief exchange about dragons, as he was giving away tickets for free puppets, and I was on my own to browse once more. Moments later I was once agan summoned and told to follow. More tickets, I was promised, if I would join the parade after the finale. At that point Mike reappeared, somewhat confused by my refusal to slow my speed up the hill to let him catch up, as I was immersed in conversation. I did, in fact, join the parade. I grabbed a flag and flagged my little head off, all the time trying to keep an eye on my mystery man. Unfortunately when the crowd wrapped around us and the flag was returned to some other boy who held no intrest to me he was gone. I let it go. just another one of Jenn's failed connections. Just another one of Jenn's "making something out of nothing"s. It nagged me all the way to the entrance, where I decided to stop at the privvy one last time before the long drive home. I also needed to gather myself and swallow the dissapointment I was sure could be seen sprouting from my eyes. Then I noticed it. My debit card had somehow been dropped somewhere. The last place I'd used it was...the dragon booth (officialy known as the Imaginarium). I asked Mike to wait for me as I sprinted back to the lawn to make sure I hadn't dropped it picking up the flag. Green card on green lawn? Really? Then I returned to the booth, which happend to be floored in small wooden planks with plenty of room for my poor unfortunate card to have fallen though. I searched, I worried, I asked around. The last person around for miles (or at least several yards) was my mystery man. Not being great with men, I almost canned it and went home. Instead I inquired about my card. He hadn't seen it. We talked for a while, and in the back of my mind I felt shitty for flirting with a guy when poor Mike was sitting at the entrance waiting for me. Halfway through the conversation he stopped me to inform me my bodice had given out, and I was completely topless. That was it. From there there were no more reasons to be nervous. He gave me his number, I called his phone. I didn't get a reply, so a couple days later I tried again. No answer, but I left a message. Later I would realize I had taken the number wrong. He just figured I'd blown him off. We talked, we hung out and talked some more, he drove me to work a few times. It all stayed pretty friendly, but we both felt more attached every day. Finally he showed up at my house with a bottle of Honey Meade and a pair of blue devil horns. From there we were inseperable. We had some issues, and we still do. We had some rough patches, but we got through them. I know we'll have more. That's life. I never imagined that would be the day I met the man I'd marry. I never imagined he's have such a gorgeous son, and such a wonderful family. I never imagined he would love me as much, and care for me as well as he does. We are one, completely, and nothing can shake us. We love, fight, and create as one. It's amazing that two kids born on separate coasts would come together in just this way at just the right time. Just when it was right. He is all I need and want, and far more than I deserve. That was a year ago today. One down, forever to go.
A year ago I never imagined my one year anniversary would be spend in the hospital. After yesterday's housewide outbreak (yes we were BOTH down for the count), Ryan's mom bringing us a Get Well care package, and waking up in no better health today (still spiking at 103-104 degrees at times), Ryan needed to see a doctor. We were sure he had pneumonia, and we were right. It's probably only a matter of time before I get it and add it to the pocketful of other sicknesses I'm fighting. Great. My cough just started, but I get either bronchitis or pneumonia every 2 yrs. I'm due. I managed to find him a card, and he managed a DVD of Good Luck Chuck...the movie we saw on our first date...which may or may not have been over a month after we were an item.
So there it is. We're not dead yet, just houseriden. Sick zombies cuddling through the fevery wakey parts, helping each other fall asleep, and taking shifts at soup making. Ya, Happy Anniversay.
A year ago I never imagined my one year anniversary would be spend in the hospital. After yesterday's housewide outbreak (yes we were BOTH down for the count), Ryan's mom bringing us a Get Well care package, and waking up in no better health today (still spiking at 103-104 degrees at times), Ryan needed to see a doctor. We were sure he had pneumonia, and we were right. It's probably only a matter of time before I get it and add it to the pocketful of other sicknesses I'm fighting. Great. My cough just started, but I get either bronchitis or pneumonia every 2 yrs. I'm due. I managed to find him a card, and he managed a DVD of Good Luck Chuck...the movie we saw on our first date...which may or may not have been over a month after we were an item.
So there it is. We're not dead yet, just houseriden. Sick zombies cuddling through the fevery wakey parts, helping each other fall asleep, and taking shifts at soup making. Ya, Happy Anniversay.