Rach over at Life With Baby Donut invited me to share the story of how Jason and I met…and how could I say no? It’s actually a story I’ve had in draft forever, and I just haven’t sat down to write it.
Some of you know that I was married before and in a pretty crappy relationship. My ex and I had just separated a few months before I met Jason, and I was very excited to be single and play the field. I had dated my ex since I was a junior in high school and we were married three years…we were together a total of 8 years and I was ready to have some fun.
So how did we meet? I crashed a wedding. No, seriously…I actually crashed a wedding! I knew the groom, but not well enough to be invited to the wedding. I was living with my sister and her husband at the time, and they were invited to the wedding. They talked me into going with them since I would know a lot of the guests and I needed to get out and have some fun. So I went.
Jason is four years older than me, so we never went to school together. When I got to high school, he had already graduated. I had never seen him before the day of the wedding, he was a groomsman, and one of the groom’s best friends. It’s strange that I knew the groom but not Jason because we all ran in the same crowds. My brother-in-law told me that Jason dated a lot of girls, was going to be a bachelor forever, and would be a perfect guy for me to date for fun. Although I told my brother-in-law I didn’t want him to try to set us up, I did agree that he could introduce me to Jason.
He introduced us at the reception, we chatted for a minute, and Jason walked away. I didn’t think much more about it until I was out dancing with some girlfriends and he came up and started dancing with us. No more than a song or two later, a slow song came on…Let’s Get It On by Marvin Gaye. He asked if I wanted to dance, and so we did.
By the way, Let’s Get It On was the first song we danced to as husband and wife at our wedding reception!
Anyways, we all ended up going back to the hotel we were staying at, and Jason and I ended up talking alone for the next 4 or 5 hours. We talked about everything…and believe it or not, we realized that he grew up right around the block from me! Literally, if you walked out my front door and hopped to the next street over, you would walk right up to his front door. Nothing happened that night but talking and a kiss, and when he asked for my phone number, I gave it to him.
He didn’t call me for three days! I figured he wasn’t interested, and when he did (finally) call me we talked for almost two hours and he asked me to lunch. I accepted, and since that first lunch date, we have been inseparable.
So much for me playing the field, huh?
I met his mom and sister about a month after that first date…they instantly loved me and I instantly loved them. His dad had died the month before we met, so I never met him. But the next time I saw Jason’s sister (the infamous Auntie S – Tater’s favorite person in the entire world), she told me that she had a dream, and in the dream her dad told her that he had sent Jason an angel. It was just a day or so after she had that dream that Jason and I met.
Jason is the most amazing man in the world, and I love him with all of my heart and then some. He is kind, caring, more concerned about mine and the kids’ well-being than his own. He is generous, wicked smart, and can laugh at himself…probably the trait that I admire the most.
Well, that is the story of how I met my husband. How did you meet yours?
And Mom…Happy Birthday! And yes, I agree that all of those fireworks are for you!