This one time, at band camp...

Seven years ago today the phone rang in my dorm room. It was the guy I had been on a first date with the night before; the man of my dreams. We had met a week before at a band camp party - he was a drummer and I was in the color guard. We spent the entire week of band camp staring at each other across the football field, taking water breaks together and hanging out at parties. On Saturday night we went to a couple of parties, together, on a date.

I waited all day Sunday for the phone to ring. To see if he was interested in seeing me again. Because I was certainly interested in spending more time with him! Time seemed to creep by, but finally the phone rang. It was him! He asked how my morning was and what I was up to. Then came the big question:

"So... um... do you want to go out with me, and stuff?"

Eloquent, huh? I wasn't really sure what he meant by stuff, but I said yes anyway, and he said ok and he'd see me tomorrow. The rest was history.

Photo taken sometime in late 2003

Seven years later I'm sure glad I said yes to going out and stuff. That man is now my husband and we're living the stuff everyday. There's nobody else I would rather be doing stuff with!