It’s Show and Tell Tuesday where I’m linking up with Andrea at Momfessionals…and today’s topic is how I met/got engaged to my mate.
I’m pretty sure I’ve told this story a few times on my blog before…but to me, it’s worth repeating :).
It’s how I met this guy…
…and for some reason, he kept it. He tucked this note into his bag and took it back with him to Kansas. And all these years later, we still have it :).
I spent that summer getting over my boyfriend. My friend and I went to Italy for a few weeks, I ate a lot of pizza, came home, studied some more and really, didn’t think much more of that big hairy farm boy from Missouri.
Then Sean had his very first Kansas State football game and I tagged along with my parents and grandparents. On the 8 hour car trip to Manhattan, Kansas, I specifically remember telling my parents that this would be the one and only game I would be seeing that season. Who had 16 hours to spend in the car each weekend to drive to Kansas? Not me.
Walking into our first K-State game, we met this really hyper couple with enough energy for four people. She had a head full of curly hair and he smiled non-stop. They were funny, self-deprecating, really sweet and eventually, I would call them my in-laws. Andrew had introduced Sean to them, so they felt like they knew us. They also knew this was our first football game, so they took us under their wing (after all, this was their fourth season). They told us to meet them in the football complex after the game and we could have dinner with them.
After the game, we walked past all of the fans and entered the football complex to wait for the players. Being a lowly freshman, Sean came out first. Because he was a leader on the team, Andrew was doing interviews and came out last…and the minute I saw him, honestly, I said “dammmmmmn” in my head. That farm boy sure could clean up…
…he didn’t look like this back in July.
My Grandmother took this pic in the football complex that night of Andrew and his parents 🙂
So, that night, we went to dinner with the Shulls and my entire family (my brother, parents and both sets of my grandparents).
Here we are, eating our first meal together.
After dinner, Sean and I went to Andrew’s apartment and hung out a bit. At some point, the next day, he got my number from my brother and started calling me. It was Sunday and we were driving the 8 hours back to Dallas…and I knew that I would be driving back on Friday for another game. The same chick who never wanted to go back to Kansas was ready to go back just 5 days later.
That Saturday, after the game, we went to dinner with our families again, but this time, just the two of us went for a drive around Manhattan before he took me back to our hotel. As we were pulling into the hotel, he was asking me what kind of music I liked to listen to. I told him that he would laugh because I’m nerdy, but I really love listening to Standards the most and that Sinatra was my favorite…and just like that, he lowered the visor in his truck and pulled out a Sinatra CD…and I knew right then that I was going to marry this boy. He hadn’t kissed me yet, I didn’t know what he thought about me…but I knew. I knew right then and there…he was my husband.
So, I drove to Manhattan, KS every single weekend from that point on. After football season, I made the drive by myself. Due to his off season schedule with workouts and such, he couldn’t be gone over weekends, so I drove to him. Every weekend. That 16 hours each trip was totally worth it.
Then on May 3, he came down to Dallas to see me and took me to my favorite fancy restaurant for dinner.
We had a lovely time and a yummy meal…and then when we were about ready to go, he realized he didn’t have his wallet in his jacket pocket (unbeknownst to me, he had an engagement ring in his pocket and had been so nervous he would forget that, that he forgot his wallet). So, I paid for what would end up being our engagement dinner and tucked the receipt into my wallet (which is still there to this day) and we headed out.
I can’t seem to part with this receipt, so it stays in my wallet all the time.
Andrew asked me if the Mustangs were cool and I said yes, so we drove there. (It’s this famous little area in my hometown with pretty water features and huge mustang sculptures running through them.) We parked and walked around the mustangs and that’s when he stopped, got down on one knee and asked me to marry him. Less than one year after meeting that hairy farm boy in my parents’ kitchen, I was telling him I would be his wife.
And on March 13 of the next year, we were married…
For grins, here are some early pictures of us…
…dating some more…
…our engagement photo…
…this was right before we got married…
At home in Detroit…see, it snows ;).
We’ve been married 11 years!
And we’re so blessed by it :).
Next time on Show & Tell Tuesday…
…it’s showing you my favorite room in my house.
Don’t forget to check out my foodie blog today…
…it’s Jolly Green Joes for St. Patrick’s Day!