Hi there friends. Happy Valentine’s Day! And Happy Birthday to Mr. LouiseMarie! Today, in honor of both, I thought I’d share the story of how we met. I hope you’ll indulge me. So, on this day of love, let’s go back to the beginning of our love story.
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Before I begin this story, let me back up just a bit. My mom remarried when I was 16 years old. Imagine if you will teenage drama, teen hormones, new member in the family, new rules, etc… Stepdad and I had a rocky start for sure. Truthfully we did not get along so well. I will accept my share of the responsibility for this lack of harmony. #sorrypop . It wasn’t until much later that I began to appreciate this man. You see, it’s important that you understand the tension in our relationship to really appreciate this story, To tell you that he played a big role in how I met my husband s is still surprising to me.
Sorry, these pics are old & probably taken with a disposable camera!
Back to the story. So, when I was 20ish, I was in college, living on my own, and was still doing good to tolerate Stepdad. He was an IT contractor at a small firm in Dallas. MANY times he would mention to me that I really needed to meet this guy that he worked with; I was not interested. I figured that anyone he would possibly like had to be immediately ruled out. There was no way we could like the same people. What was he thinking?? This went on for a number of months with my continued refusal to meet this programmer.
One evening while I was visiting my family, he again brought up this guy. However, this time, it was because he had sent home some videos for my younger brother to watch while he was sick and stuck at home. He just thought he would like the distraction. I do remember thinking that that was so nice. So thoughtful. Still, I was not interested ~ but maybe curious. After all, how could Stepdad be friends with such a nice person?
A few months later, it was time for my young nephew’s 5th birthday party. The whole family was going to the Rangers baseball game. However, there was an extra ticket due to the fact that I had just broken up with a guy I as dating. Without a word to me, Stepdad called ‘that guy’ and invited him to the game. Yes….it was a blind date that I didn’t know about until just before his arrival.
Can you even imagine how awkward a blind date is? Well, let’s add to that your entire family is watching it unfold. Now, I love my family. I truly do. They are the MOST important thing in my life. However, they can also cramp your style when you’re 20.
Sitting at the game, the future Mr. LouiseMarie, chatted with my family, joked with them, bought a round of beers, and generally just fit right in as if he had always been there. I remember thinking how awesome that was and surely it was a sign. He was no stranger. He seemed to really belong.
Look how young we were!
By the end of the evening I really hated for him to leave. I would have loved just a little bit more time to talk by ourselves. However, that was not in the cards. He called me later in the week and invited me out for a concert the next weekend. I went. And the rest is history.
Can you imagine how that felt to have to admit that I met Mr. Right through my stepdad, who I wasn’t so crazy about? Believe me, he hasn’t let me live it down either. On top of that, he tells people (like everyone at our engagement party) that this was an arranged marriage! Aye-yai-yai!
Nonetheless, I have to thank Stepdad for introducing me to the love of my life. 25 years later and he still make me laugh. He fits my family as if he’s always been there. He ended up being an amazing father to our three boys. And, he has made this life’s journey an adventure. Today is his birthday. So, happy birthday Mr. Louise Marie. I sure am glad we met. 🙂
So, how did you meet your husband?
Until next time~