…to have a man who makes me laugh every single day.
Yesterday afternoon, K and I picked up my adorable niece, Natalie. She cracks me up. I love having her around. Every time we see her, she always asks “Auntie, did you bring the eye-uh-pad?”. She has all sorts of games downloaded on our iPad for her. But she really loves playing games and chasing our cats around. Right now she is snoring away on my living room chair while I get ready for work.
And K is such a sucker for her. Last night, we stopped at the Walmart and she runs up to him with a T-shirt that is a pink Mossy Oak shirt that says Camo Princess on it. “Uncle K, can you buy me this?”. “How much is it?”. “I don’t know but it’s pretty.” he’s such a sucker. Why does he say he doesn’t want a daughter? Probably because we’d go broke with him spoiling her.
Sorry this post is just random. I’m tired and wanted to write something quickly. Tonight we’re having a campfire so I’ll have to post pictures of that.
Have a happy Friday.
I thought I should let everyone know how K and I met. It’s really not that exciting or funny but not every great love story plays out like a movie.
I know K and I ran into each other sometime in September of 2006. He was my nephew’s soccer coach and I was going to my nephew and niece’s games every Saturday. I had just ended my engagement to Hany, my first love a few months previous and have to admit, was not exactly remaining a nun. I was not feeling the best about the life choices I was making and had decided to get my life back in order. I needed to get my priorities straight so I chose to focus on my family first.
The first time I really remember talking to K for the first time, my sister had to ask him a question after the game one day. I was talking to K about something and the subject of our hometowns came up. We razzed each other for a little bit but had to leave shortly afterwards.
I remember thinking he was good-looking (okay, hot) and that he had a great smile that made his eyes wrinkle up. That doesn’t sound very attractive but it is. I also assumed he was married, because what single guy coaches kiddie soccer. So I thought it would be left at that.
On October 21, 2006, my sister called me up at 7:00 in the morning. She absolutely insisted that I needed to come to Tabitha and Jesse’s soccer games. I had been out most of the night before and had just crawled into bed maybe 3 hours before that. I told her I didn’t feel like going. She said it was important and that Jesse had to tell me something. I asked what time the games were and said I’d leave shortly. I didn’t shower and just threw on the clothes I was wearing the night before along with a ball cap. I wasn’t at my best looking.
I arrived a little after eight and found my sister and family on the sidelines of my niece Tabitha’s game. As soon as I walked up there, Jesse turned around and said, “My coach likes you.” I really didn’t know what to say. My sister was trying to find out how I felt about him but what could I say. I thought he was cute and nice and funny but had totally written him off as a potential date because I thought he was married (which he was, but that I will get into later).
So in between Tabitha and Jesse’s games, K and I had a chance to talk. I don’t remember what was said but I know he asked me to stick around after the games (Jesse played three games that day because it was the last day and they had tournaments).
It was freezing and I had only worn a thin sweatshirt, a very light coat and a scarf. I could not stop shivering. After the game, K came over to me to talk. I again don’t remember any of the conversation, probably because I was shivering and couldn’t stop thinking about how I wanted to get back to my car. We exchanged numbers and he asked me to call him.
So fast forward to after a nice long nap and a dinner out with a girlfriend, it was time to call him. I acted like a teenage girl. I would dial the phone then hang up before it started ringing. I don’t know why I was so nervous about calling K. Maybe it was because I was used to hooking up with losers that I didn’t think a nice guy would like me.
So after dialing and hanging up for the tenth or twentieth time, the phone rang. Of course it was K. We talked for two hours that night. He asked me out for that next Saturday. We talked every night that week. He even asked me to go to his Christmas party (before we went on our first date) because I was going on a road trip the next week and he wanted to ask me so he could sign up for two people.
We couldn’t wait until Saturday night to see each other, so I asked him to come up on Friday to see me and we would go to a movie. He picked me up and we went to eat. I didn’t want to look like a piggy so I only ate about half my food. So K just grabbed the pickle (that I still was debating over whether to eat) off my plate and ate it. He said the look I gave him was like he had killed my puppy or something. I really love pickles. We still tease each other about this. Anyways, we missed the movie so we went to Walmart. Great first date, huh? There isn’t a lot to do in my hometown. But I really had a great time with him. And he drove home forty miles on icy roads that night. He was really smitten with me. The feeling was mutual.
Saturday came and I met K at his house. We drove to Green Bay (which was about 70 miles from my hometown). He surprised me by taking me to a Gambler (semi-pro hockey) game. I had never been and had a blast. Then we went to a bar in his town and back to his house. We slept together but it’s not what you’re thinking; there was no sex. In fact, I was terrified that he would think I was a slut, so I didn’t even sleep in the pjs he offered me. Yep, I slept in my jeans and sweater. We just really didn’t want the evening to end.
So the next day, I went back home to change and ended up back at K’s house. This is how our relationship went. If I didn’t spend the night, we talked on the phone for about three hours every night.
Well, it was a bit long winded, but that’s the story of how we met and started dating. Kind of boring, but I love the story because it brought some of the best parts of my life to me.
How did you meet your spouse?
Stay tuned and you’ll hear about our first two years, the wedding and our life since. Riveting? Maybe, maybe not.