I was planign on trying to back stock the page with me and my personl information by that is not how you get to know people... its a conversation its not work and I dont want this page to be work so welcome to my life and here is what happened today:
Kid asked how we met today on the way home from school.. UGH
the day I have been dreading for 11 years, I don’t want to tell him but I do
want to tell him…
It’s a story that isn’t told properly unless Van and I are
together… and here I am alone in the car and he asked out of the blue!
“UMmmm.” Yeah really good beginning. “Do you want my version
or Daddy’s?”
Chirp chirp from Orion’s side of the car. What do you mean? I
want to know how you and Daddy met.
Now my filter isn’t working currently so I just chuckled
softly and said Daddy and I met in a courtyard. I was in an imaginary closet
and he was guarding it.
Chirp chirp. WHAT? Silence and looks at me. Are you serious?
Okay..
Yep I’m serious.
Long silence
OK Mom is that the end of the story?
Nope but them Daddy usually stops me and tells his story
which is so romantic…
OK What is Daddy’s story?
Daddy remembers meeting Mommy at Church about 4 years before
then. He can remember my flowered dress, side pony tail (now don’t judge me),
and white shoes with the scuff on them. That’s the story that Daddy remembers.
Do you remember that?
Nope. I don’t remember meeting him at all.
Wow, Wait a minute… You’re telling me Daddy can remember all
that stuff from way back them but he can’t remember 5 minutes ago?
I guess.
So what’s the rest of the story? Well Orion that our story
and when you find your love maybe we will share it with you.
We were home by this point… and he got mad I wouldn’t tell
him more about the story of how Hubby and I met. It’s one of those moments that
if you share with the world the whole world knows it. The people that were
there know it happened… they might not know what was happening at the time but
neither did we. Our story is amazing and I can’t wait to tell him … one day.
But it is our story and I love telling it over and over but we stop there and
keep the rest for ourselves.
