The day I met the man I married was January 19, 2007. Ten years ago – I can’t believe it! We met on a bus. Just like this:
We were going on a ski trip with a local ski club. The bus picked us up at the Federal Building in Westwood on a Friday afternoon, took us all up to Mammoth, and Saturday and Sunday were for skiing. Sunday afternoon we headed home and back to work on Monday. Voila!
I was one of the first people to get on the bus. I was chatting with another ski club member and then Tomas got on the bus. This is where our stories differ, but of course I remember it accurately. 😜 I got up to find a window seat so that I could snooze on the way up and as I got up and began to look for an available window seat, Tomas said, “Oh…you could sit here, if you want.” He says that I asked if I could sit next to him but indeed I did not. Of course it is a funny story now. We ended up chatting for much of the ride up. I found out that his mom and two sisters were teachers, too. And so it began.
I ended up becoming friends with another skier on the trip (Julie in the photo above) and she and I ran into Tomas Saturday while stopping for lunch. Then we saw him that night at a little pot-luck that the ski club was throwing. The three of us decided to go into town together half way through the pot-luck and it was a major fun-fest. Major. We laughed so hard…enough laughter to fill a dozen people.
And it turned out the the three of us lived pretty close to one another. We emailed back and forth that following week. And got together the next weekend. And then he kissed me.
I was not in the mood to meet someone that weekend. I had been single for a little over a year at that point and really wanted to not think about dating at all. And I wasn’t thinking about dating…at all. And neither was Tomas. But both of us took a risk and went on this ski trip, knowing no one. We each went alone. For one reason. Just to ski. Just to have fun. And look what happened.
The day we met was our “Major Date” until we got engaged, four years later. And now that we are married, it is still a “Major Date” (at least to me). It is at least a Special Date to my husband. It is always on the calendar and depending on what is going on, we will do something to celebrate. Something little, something big…but do you ever stop loving The Day You Met the Man You Married? Not around here we don’t.