Finding Love

Yes, we’ve made it to Friday. Day two of summer. These next weeks will fly; I already saw my first fall advertisement. For shoes, but of course–everyone has fall shoes on their mind.

Last night Bub had something after work and I hit the gym after dropping him off. I told a co-worker or two that my plans for the evening were really to just hit the gym. And then I cringed because I usually do the opposite of what I say and instead drink wine while watching bad TV. Hey, who said that’s not a fun night? But no, I made it to the gym. Then I picked up my husband and I freshened up and we went out for a casual drink and some apps because the summer solstice is a day we thought we wouldn’t celebrate again. No, now that we have our wedding anniversary, there’s no need, but it still bubbled up as a day to reflect and we did. Although, we had poor seating arrangements at the bar, having been sandwiched between two sets of strangers on either side of us, so it wasn’t exactly romantic and there was some shouting in order to be heard.

We celebrated the anniversary of our first date–our first night out–six years ago.

We actually met the Sunday before the solstice at a bar while my friend droned on and on about her great summer job while I had yet to land one. It was the summer before my senior year of college and there were no internships lined up (paid or unpaid) to assist me in landing a job upon graduation.

Those internships came later and this post is not about my career, so moving on, Bub spotted us across the way and invited us over for drinks with he and his friend. Me being the naive girl that I still am thought he liked my friend, that is, until we were all parting ways after a couple of hours of drinking when Bub asked me to go to a Red Sox game some time. Wow. Of course I accepted as I had immediately felt a connection and attraction to him when we were all hanging out. On our way home, we ended up behind their car. And I thought I am going to burst if I don’t get to a bathroom fast.

So, we followed their car to Bub’s place which was on the way to my place–really! And I proceeded to act like a psycho. Yes, I would have been scared of me had this been the other way around and Bub had followed ME home, but I got out of the car when Bub did, crossed the street, and yelled out: Bub! I really could use your bathroom!

Progress was made; I did make it inside where I had a choice of the upstairs or downstairs one. I started to get sketched out. Who was this guy really, and how do I know that he’s not treating this as a “I really like you and this is a way to really get to know you” situation? So I opted for the downstairs bathroom while I learned later that my friend, at this time, was freaked out thinking I was going to be assaulted.

The bathroom time turned into me hearing about Bub’s upcoming vacation to Peru with friends. The friends he shared the house with, whose beer bottles were all over, complete with pizza boxes and other random single guy stuff. He tried on this new hat he got for the trip–sort of like a park ranger, army green hat–but cuter. Then I tried it on. And thinking back to that night, I wonder that as I gazed at him all goofy in this hat for his trip camping many miles away where he would probably forget all about this night, how would this end–as a summer thing–or less–or more?

We never did make it to the Red Sox game until much later on in our courtship, but there was dinner and drinks and seeing his friend’s band on the solstice just before he left for Peru. And as they say, the rest is history. And now one month from today we’ll celebrate making our lives together official. And how Bub asked me from bent knee to be his wife.

Happy Friday.

Us

So, we’re Mr. & Mrs. and we’re trying to put the finishing touches on our albums. Whee!

The parents ones are due tomorrow so that we have them in time to give at Christmas. Our final album will be created soon thereafter. It’s really much harder than I thought it would be–these are photos that you want to choose just right since our kids and grandkids and even strangers could see. I just got our announcement into the paper of the town where I grew up which is what this photo was used for. We have yet to do that for bub. Oh bub is right there, below! Isn’t he something?

Right now I have an amazing online album from our photographers which was truly a surprise because we only expected them to post photos online and that’s it. But in addition they took some photos and created layouts and set it to this slow, soft, repetitive instrumental music. It’s really silly but I get emotional when looking at it. Wait, that’s not really silly, is it?

So I’ve seen the photos numerous times and now bub is weighing in. It’ll be worth it in the end–the constant back and forth on selections, the hefty prices we have to pay for these. We are trying to preserve memories here. We can’t go back in time.