Sorry I haven't been posting lately. It's been a crazy summer, but that is nothing new. I guess sometimes you just need a break. I noticed that this is my 150th post, and I suppose since this is such a special day, that is very fitting.
Three years ago today, Brian and I were married. Since we have been together for 15 years total, it seems a little strange to say three years. I have loved him my entire adult life. And so much life has happened in these three little years, it seems like such a small number. But oh so significant.
Have I ever told you how we met?
I was a junior at TCU, working at the Blockbuster Video on W. 7th and University. (It's a Chipotle now.) The FW police officer working security several times a week with me thought I should meet a nice guy. He called three of his buddies from the Gang Unit to come by for my perusal. At first I thought he must be joking, but it wasn't long before the first pair of partners strolled in. I thought I would die of embarrassment; what was I supposed to say to them?
They stayed for a few minutes, shooting the breeze as I was deciding how I might kill my helpful little friend and hide the body. Then the next two called to say they were on their way. Oh wonderful. "One of them thinks he's seen you before," Axel told me. This puzzled and intrigued me.
As soon as he walked in, I realized that he had seen me before and he had not escaped my notice either.
My routine when I arrived at work was to go to the Subway in the same shopping center for a drink. One fine day a few weeks earlier, I nearly bumped right into a handsome devil in a uniform ordering his sandwich. I wanted to speak to him but didn't want him to think it was the uniform that did it for me, so I took my order back to work, regretting not knowing what to say.
Turns out, he would have liked to talk to me that day, too. Go figure.
Not wanting to turn my nose up at Fate twice, I told Axel that Brian is the one I would like to know better. He made the necessary call, and the rest is a very long history.
So, in a manner of speaking, I found my cop husband in a line up 15 years ago. How's that for a little bit of irony?