How I met my hubby

Well, I thought I would join the Valentine's bandwagon and share how I met my hubby. (Sorry those that have already read/ heard this. )

I graduated from college in December 1994 with a degree in Business Management and minor in drama. I had big dreams of being either a wedding coordinator or managing a small/ mid-sized stage theater.

One of my roommates, P, was from Alpharetta, a northern surburb of Atlanta. I went home with her several times and fell in love with Atlanta. I grew up in a small town - and Atlanta was big, thriving, exciting. I loved it.

So, after college, I decided to move to the big city. I had a sorority sister that lived there, and she let me stay with her for quite awhile so I could look for a job. I finally found a job at a bridal store and an apartment I could afford.

Thursday, on the way to my first day of work, I had a car accident. (Welcome to Atlanta!) Everything I owned was in my car, and now the hatchback wouldn't open. :)

That Saturday, my friend that I was staying with had a "hot date" and wanted to cook for her new man (who she ended up marrying) in her one-bedroom apartment, so I needed to not be there.

My pastor in my hometown had 3 kids. One of them lived in Atlanta, and so my pastor's wife told me about this great church I "just had to check out. They have a great singles program, etc... " Well, I wasn't interested in the singles program - my experience with "singles" programs had been very meat-market and I hated it. Plus, I was involved with a guy from college, although our relationship was more than a little strange.

But because of the "hot date", I needed a place to stay so I went down to stay with my pastor's daughter and her husband for one night until I could move into my new apartment the next day. There was a singles dinner that Saturday night, and I felt awkward with the pastor's daughter (I didn't know her really), so I went to the dinner.

In my sock feet.

Because I couldn't get my casual shoes out of my car, because the back wouldn't open.

And that's when I met dh. I knew no one, was technically homeless, had a messed up car, and was sock-footed. Dh was a little intrigued with the shoeless girl. :) As I was with him. :) I got tired and was headed back to go to bed, and he walked me to my car. Noticed the picture of the guy on my dashboard - and basically ignored him. Noticed that I had a lot of stuff in there - and offered to help me move in. Which I gratefully accepted.

So, the next day, Sunday - I went to church at this "'great singles church", dh took me to lunch and then helped me move into my apartment. That took a whopping 2 hours (maybe! - remember everything I owned was in my car and it was a Dodge Neon hatchback), so then we went to the movies.

And we've talked just about every day since. We were an "instant click" sort of thing. I met him in January, officially ended things with college guy in February, we got engaged in October, and married the next March. I was 23.

And no way could we move in 2 hours again!

Here we are in 1999 when we got our digital camera. (This was pre-kids, so I don't think I look much like this anymore - but this is how I think of us!)