I was sitting in the lounge of my dorm with a guy I was dating at the time. We were chatting and hanging out when he told me that one of his friends was gonna bring us lunch. I knew the guy, I had seen him around before. Lavar, I think his name was. I think he’s kinda cute. I guess we’ll see.
A few minutes later, Lavar comes in with our Jack in the Box. Oh man that smells good. Oh man, he is cute. Oh geez, he’s kinda hot! What the heck am I doing sitting here with this guy right now?! I wonder if he’ll think we’re together. Do you think I could pass off that I’m just friends with this guy? Maybe he’ll think I’m available if I just scoot over a bit.
That was it. That was the very first time I remember my husband. I know I knew who he was before that, but my first memory of us meeting was him bringing us lunch in the dorm lounge 11 years ago.
Who would have thought that he would be my husband. Who would have thought 11 years, three countries, two kids and countless houses later we would be celebrating his 30th birthday together in France. I am SO GLAD I didn’t get to plan my life. I would have surely screwed this one up.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY LAVAR. I am so freaking lucky to have you in my life every day. Thank you for being so super awesome.
And a HUGE shout out to my mother-in-law. Sherrie, you did a good stinkin’ job.