Warning: It’s a sappy one!
Saturday evening I ran into 7-eleven on our way home from my sisters to grab a mega millions lottery ticket. Brandon stayed in the car while I popped in line. I caught a glimpse of the man in front of me and I recognized him right away as my history teacher in 10th grade, but I could not place his name.
I didn’t want to be rude and say “hey you” because I felt if I couldn’t think of his name, I couldn’t hold out much hope for him remembering mine. While I racked my brain to think of it, I started to think of how I would respond if he asked about what I have been up to.
Then my ah-ha moment happened, not the ‘oh that’s his name’, but an ah-ha about how pretty perfect life is. I thought about how I could truly say “Things have been going great!” I could go on about how, since high school, I have graduated from Virginia Tech with a bachelors in Exercise and Health Promotion. How I have recently been promoted to a pretty sweet Special Events Coordinating job and on the side started a fashion boutique with my sister. And I could talk all about how I just married the man of my dreams, and how that hunky firefighter of mine was waiting for me in the car. I could say how we were building our home together where we will raise our children one day. How wonderful our family and friends were doing and how those other students of his, who sat right beside me in his class, stood right beside me on my wedding day and how our school aged friendships have lasted through college days, moves, marriages and babies.
I looked out the window to Brandon waiting in the car and thought how lucky we are. How lucky I am to have him beside me and how hard I will work every day to keep our lives just as amazing as they are at this moment!
I am not sure if I am living on a honeymoon high, but if so, I think honeymoons should happen more often!!!