(Anyone hearing ABBA after that title?)
Most everyone I know hates March, especially in Boston. Who could love this grey and mucky month that thinks
it's so awesome because the first day of Spring is in it?
That would be me. Long story why. Twelve years ago this Saturday found me getting ready for a portfolio showing at a literary magazine published by the Big University here in the city. They were looking for someone to work on a redesign. Thinking I was going to present to a bunch of musty stuffy elbow-patched professors, I put on the most dowdy outfit in my closet. (First, think 1994) Long black cotton skirt, mock black turtleneck bodysuit, covered by a rust colored vest
! (No Steph, it was not a sweater vest, I have some fashion decorum) I wish I could remember the shoes, but let's dowd-up the image even more and admit they're black oxfords or loafers.
I walk into the office, which is really tiny, and not professorial at all
. No panelled oak anywhere, just tropicana orange walls (a pure clash with my rusty vest I'm sure). And a handful of editor peeps to shake hands with:
1. "Hello how do you do.
2. "Hello nice to meet you.
3. "Hello. (gulp) What was your name again?
" he says. Oh shit, this man is so gorgeous beyond belief, and I look like a total dork.
After bumbling through a portfolio preez, me and my googly eyes leave the office, my heart all aflutter. Later the editor calls to thank us for coming in. And oh, by chance she's having a party, R. will be there, and would I like to come? Oh yeah baby. And that's where the story begins. Cupid hit me real hard that day.
Do you ever think of all the events that happened in your life to lead you to this moment? I am with the most amazing man on this planet. There were so many people, choices, situations that led me to that moment on the morning of March 4, 1994. I shudder at the thought of any of those events misaligning. R. has shown me so much about life, the good, the bad, and has let me lean on him, and helped me find the inner strength to deal with this thing called life. I can't wait to continue the journey into parenthood, he is going to be an amazing father.
Why post this three days early? Today is our wedding anniversary. Seven years ago we snuck away to Maui. Barefoot in the sand, giddy from too much champange, reading vows we wrote to each other, and a few tears later, we were married.
Happy Anniversary Baby! I love you more than anything.Oh yeah, in case you're wondering, not only did I land the man, I landed the job too. Jackpot!