Tuesday, January 30, 2007

how I met my husband

(inspired by Stephanie, from Mama Drama)

He could tell you the exact date.
All I remember is I brought a winter coat.

He could probably tell you what day of the week and time it was too.
I just remember being overwhelmingly excited and exhausted.
Oh, and I was afraid I smelled.

We'd been 'talking' on the internet (and spending way too much money on phone bills) for about a year. He already had a plane ticket to come see me in Michigan, but the airline I'd flown on last had sent me a freebie since I'd been bumped, and I decided to spend the holiday weekend (What holiday? Damnit!) seeing Nova Scotia.

Some freebie - the free ticket only got me from Michigan to Boston, where I spent the night on a hard plastic chair in the airport, sharing the room (while not making eye contact) with a man dressed fully in motorcycle leather who had a bowling bag as his only luggage. The next connecting flight to Halifax wasn't until the morning. In the morning I did the best wash and dress I could in the cold restroom, and was off to get on the plane.

It wasn't until the land disappeared and the plane was over the Atlantic Ocean that I started to think that this may not have been the best idea. Oh, well, I comforted myself, I'm a big girl, and Dad lives eight hours away, and why am I torturing myself with this? Things will be fine.

The plane landed. My stomach tried to flip. I went through Customs, yanked open the door at the far end of the room, walked three steps,

and looked up into a pair of smiling sparkly hazel eyes and the biggest bunch of roses I'd ever seen.

Zing went the strings...and I just knew.

14 comments:

velcro said...

that's a lovely story!

Anonymous said...

Awwww, Jess... that's so sweet. :)

Kat

Stomper Girl said...

Excellent story. So romantic.

Molly said...

Sweet....I love hearing how couples met.

julia said...

Cute! And very similar to my story with TCBIM.

Angela said...

That is so sweet! awwww..........

M&Co. said...

Oh Jess what a sweet story!

Lone Grey Squirrel said...

A lovely story. Makes me feel all warm and fuzzy.

Beagle said...

What a wonderful story!

Sharon said...

And very similar to my story with R, too... only instead of flying to Canada, I went to Texas... much more of a foreign country.

Stephanie said...

Now you've inspired ME!! I LOVE your story, and I LOVE that song!!

Just for you, my dear:
*singing*
Dear when you smiled at me, I heard a mel-o-dy,
It haun-ted me from the staaaaart!
Some-thing inside of meee, star-ted a sym-pho-ny,
Zing! Went the strings of myyy heeaart!!!!

PS Does he have a kilt? Hee!

angelfeet said...

What a delicious story! I often ask my clients how they met their partners - it usually makes interesting listening, but they're not all as romantic as your story.

Jenny said...

I love, love, love this story.

Jenny said...

I love, love, love this story.