Happy 10 Years!

I’ll never forget pointing him out on the dance floor that night. I told my friend, “I want to meet HIM.” Very uncharacteristic of me, as I was always the shy one. Dan, of course, was not shy, and was dancing like a crazy man on the floor (think…Elaine Benes but a little crazier). Something about him just made me want to meet him, not to mention that he was really really cute. We waited outside for him to come out, and then I said, “I’m surprised you had the energy to walk out of there.” “Walk out, I could run,” he said, taking off full sprint across the parking lot, never to be seen again (or so I thought).

My friends and I were frequent bowlers. There used to be a young adult bowling night in Mesa that we would attend nearly every Wednesday. Not that we were very good-I think my top score was like 67, but it was fun and we enjoyed it, and it was only $3. Assigned to the lane next to us was a rowdy group of guys, throwing the ball down the lane and just having a wild time. One guy in particular caught my eye, who was very good with the “spare ball,” which he would shot put down the lane, usually resulting (miraculously) in a spare. He was chatting up one of my friends, though, so I figured he was into her. It wasn’t until he got up for one of his turns and said to ME, “I bet you I can get a strike.” “What do you want to bet?” “I’ll bet you a date.” I agreed without much hesitation. He threw the ball…and it landed in the gutter. I guess he didn’t want to go out with me after all, I joked with him. He said to give him another chance to get the spare. He did, and it wasn’t until our second date that we realized that we had met before, or he had run away from me before. Apparently, he had been telling his friends that story about the dance for months and kept saying, “I hope I meet that girl again.” He did, and the rest is history.

I love my husband so much and am glad to have spent these past TEN years being married to him! That’s a whole decade-crazy! Here’s to many many more decades!