So, this came up on my Facebook memories today. The date is ingrained in my memory, and I’ve commemorated it in some little way every year since… but it managed to escape my mind this year until this little reminder. It’s easy to forget things when your time and energy are generally consumed by a little person. These days, I’m a bit forgetful, but it’s okay… I guess these Facebook memories serve a purpose.
I remember that day – and the details – quite vividly. I was down 50 pounds at the time, but still quite overweight, and I went shopping with my sister-in-law at Lane Bryant the week before to pick out an outfit to meet him in. Eventually, the clothes became too big but I couldn’t bear to part with the shirt. Too many memories. Too much nostalgia. Luckily, my grandma was able to take it in for me so that I can wear it again. I’ll always treasure it.
I worked that day, and I remember feeling so antsy at my desk, with endless knots in my stomach all day long. His flight was a late arrival, and I remember lying on the couch watching The Glee Project all evening in an attempt to pass the time and distract myself, but nothing really worked. Finally, it was time to go. My brother and sister-in-law drove me to the airport. I saw him come in… and the rest is history.
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| The day after we met |
We didn’t know what would happen or what our future would hold. All we had was that moment, that day, that week, with a return ticket for Jerry at the end of it. Almost instantly, we knew it would be nearly impossible for him to leave. So he didn’t.
In those three years, we’ve done a whole lot of living. We met, fell in love, got engaged, planned a wedding, got married, continued to lose weight, ran races, bought a house, found a new job for Jerry, and, of course, had a baby. We did a lot of growing up, and we did it together.
I never could have predicted, on that night in the airport three years ago, just where we’d be today.
But I’m glad, SO glad, we are here.
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| Where we are. |
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