February 4, 1989. I went to Brandy's in "town" with my future sister-in-law (she was a co-worker at the time) and her hubby, BJ. BJ's brother, future DH, was on an Army Reserves trip. He was scheduled to be back around 6:00 so we could meet at 7:00. It didn't work out that way. He was late and I sat there till 11:00 waiting on him. Future SIL kept saying, "He's coming. He will be here." Something made me wait. Destiny maybe?
Well, anyway, he did come . . . and I knew immediately I would end up marrying him. I always knew I would marry someone tall, dark, and handsome. He had the handsome part down, but he wasnt very tall (just a little taller than me) and he wasn't dark, as a matter of fact -- blonde! Ha ha! Funny how those things work out. We decided to give our blind date another chance by meeting up the next night on our own. That worked out and we hit it off.
The rest is history!
aggghh!!
ReplyDeleteSERIOUSLY!! Sweetest thing EVER!