we had friends over for dinner tonight. a good time was had by all (and my three year old is still in the process of going to sleep at almost 11:30p- the baby just went to bed five minutes ago... so, again, a good time was had by ALL). on the adult side, somehow we got on the topic of how we met our significant others... i love this story. i love thinking about it; i love how and that it ever (or better yet- even) happened.
im going with the abridged version, because, like my children, i'd like to crash soon, too!
P and i were (and are) the two most UNLIKELY soul mates ever to grace this earth. we met by accident (happy accident) one night in late october 1999. he offered me a drink; i yelled at him. he thought i was crazy, yet still got me a drink... 11 years later, i still yell at him; he still thinks i'm crazy, and he still provides me with alcohol... funny how things never change!
the things that i truly remember about that night: i had not wanted to go out. it had been a long day at work and then a halloween party with my step-mom and little sisters (aged 1 and 2 at the time). i had promised my friend i would go out with her work friends, and so, of course, i did... i remember such specific events like the first time i walked into his house (before he and i even met) and thinking that i was walking into a bad after-school special. nothing seemed right about the entire evening... when he offered to buy me a drink at the bar and i had mis-took him for someone else i had just met in his chaotic living room, i declined- while yelling, because i thought he had a girlfriend. when the confusion was clarified (and he thought i was crazy), i allowed him to buy me the drink... we barely spent a day apart from that day on- and 11 years later, i thank god every night that i decided to go with my friend that night. it's funny how life takes you on these crazy journeys that you never even know are about to begin until they've already begun... i love this journey- as bumpy and curvy and crazy as it may be (especially on a night when both of my children stayed up past 11:00p)!
i love to think about how different my husband and i were (and are still to this very day.) i love to think what a great diversity this will give to our children as they grow. but i love most to think back to that night, in october 1999, and remember P's face as i laid into him for trying to buy me a drink while his 'girlfriend' was on the other side of the bar... obviously, there was no other girlfriend; obviously our differences collided to form a great match, and obviously it was all meant to be. so that i could be here, sitting in my living room of five years, typing on the computer i got as a gift for birthing our first child (and honestly any and all additional children), remembering a night so long ago, but always so fresh in my heart.
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