Look at how young we look in those pictures! This week is a special one over here. We are celebrating our anniversary on Thursday! By celebrating I mean maybe we’ll have a glass of wine, some popcorn and watch some TV. We are on a budget after all and we’re both much more focused and happy saving the money than spending it. Either way it will be a nice, cozy evening that I’m looking forward to.
I wrote a lot about my wedding a few years back. Some of you know that I previously had a blog called “The White Dress Formula” – a name that I love and would have used again – but I just didn’t feel like it made sense anymore. This blog chronicled the year in between our engagement and wedding, and all of the things that brides go through to get to the altar. It was a lot of fun and I love that I have all of those stories and opinions recorded (although some of them make me cringe when I read them now).
So for our anniversary week, I’ve pulled out a few excerpts from the blog detailing how Peter and I met as well as how he proposed, since they are both pretty great stories I think. Here is the first!
How we met;
We had worked together for about a year, but working in a big box store like we did, our paths rarely crossed. I do have one blurry memory of him walking by my desk. He is very tall and hard to miss. He had black hair at the time. I smiled at him, my sweet, polite “hey there” smile. He ignored me and walked away. He still denies this, but oh I remember.
December 26th … Boxing Day. I was a cashier at the time and came in for my shift at the ungodly hour of 4 am. Morning person that I am, and having pushed my way through the crazy mobs lined up outside, I was in a fantastic mood.
*Side note – Why? Why do people wake up at 2 am and line up in -30 degree weather for 4 hours? Personally the comfort of my warm, heated bed and large fluffy pillows is worth every penny I will spend later. But that’s just me.
I was handed my cash till when I arrived and directed to my “station” which was of course, one of the two busiest cash registers in the store. Great. I was assigned a “buddy” to ensure that any customer, who I failed to charm, would be convinced to purchase warranties and accessories by the “expert” at my side; Some poor guy forced to stand there and watch me ring everything through. I get to my station, and what do you know? It’s the tall guy who ignored me. He says, “Hello”. The nerve. I made my best effort to discreetly take a look at his nametag. Oh Peter, that’s his name. Never heard of him.
Now, before I continue with this story, I have to fill you in on some pertinent information … See, I had been in a relationship until December 24th. That’s right. I got dumped on Christmas Eve. So not only was it 4 am, but I was in the most miserable condition ever, and I’m sure I looked a mess. That being said, I’m definitely inclined to say that this “hello” Peter extended, was somewhat of a pity hello … not an authentic, happy to see you, good day! type of hello. Snob.
SO as I was saying …
There we were forced to be side by side for a 12-hour workday. We talked all day, about relationships and work and everything in between. We talked to each other more than we talked to customers. It was fun. But the thing that is the most clear to me about that day is this. I didn’t feel sad all day. I laughed, more than I had laughed in a long time. He was good, deep down in his heart good, and so funny. So that (and of course my own natural charisma) drew us closer together and we became friends.
Pretty cute eh? I know.