So before I delve into my blog full blown with my thoughts on life, love, family, everything in between and my love of boots and shoes, I wanted to start out with where my life really began. I was born in 1986, but as everyone else knows and probably feels, your life, the one you build, starts when you meet that person. That guy or girl, that really completes you and has no other better name than soul mate. That day for me was on January 11, 2006 when I met my now husband and father of our daughter and now new baby on the way. It was Flight 586, Southwest Airlines, leaving Sunny San Diego headed back to our home town. Keep the numbers of my flight in mind; Ironic story about that… to come.
Let me first tell you, my husband and I really have two very different stories of how this whole “few ours of our lives” played out, so I’ll tell you mine and as you can imagine almost everything was probably opposite in his story. Well I was early to the airport, of course, I’m always late to social events, but appointments, vacations, etc, I’m always way too early and ironically that day, he was too. He is THAT guy, that never likes to be anywhere any earlier than he has to be. Fate had something in mind for him that day. He made a random Wednesday evening flight at 9:30pm when he really could have left that day any time after 9AM! He didn’t even think about changing his flight. {I honestly think he intended that because he figured he may have a hangover… 😉 } He was there on business but spent a few days after with his friends who had moved down there during or after college. I was there, well to have fun, I was still in college, he was now a professional {adorable/handsome} business man, who really dressed himself well {minus the neglected stubble on his face} . He figured I had gone there to party, when in reality I was actually there working…scouting out the town looking to move. My good friend had been attending UCSD and I had planned to move in with her if I did move down to San Diego, so I spent a few nights with her, going to classes with her and scoping out the beaches. I knew it was for me. I wanted to be a nurse at the time and was hoping to get into SDSU. After a few days of Sunny San Diego, I had pretty much packed my bags {mentally} and I was already plotting and planning my getaway. That was up until he asked for my number…
We of course eye flirted, here and there before hopping on the plane, but I avoided him at all cost… I had just been broken hearted and I had just departed an emotional roller coaster not wanting to get back on any time soon. After {what seemed like an eternity} waiting in the terminal before it was our turn to board, everyone started getting in line {we of course made eye contact again} and on my end it seemed as if he was just playing games. He told me a few years later that he had tried his hardest to get closer to me in line… it didn’t work. I wasn’t too concerned with missing an opportunity to say hi or make conversation since I was trying to avoid Mr. Handsome all along, although a part of me couldn’t help but look around once boarding the plane to see where he landed. As my eyes wandered the plane, all the sudden I caught a bright eyed white teethed face staring straight at me. I bashfully looked away thinking crap he totally saw me looking for him… {he totally did}. I spent my walk down the rows debating, how awkward this would be if I asked to sit next to him… especially since he parked his bags on the isle seat {secretly hoping I’d ask him to move them}… I was so close to not even looking at him but something pulled me in his direction {I still cringe thinking how awkward this could have turned out, had he had a girlfriend, or was so not interested}. So I asked… “Is anyone sitting there?” {Of course they weren’t…he was hoping I would be!} He literally had his hands on his bags and hopped out of his seat to move them above before I could finish my sentence! This is when the butterflies came full force and I was a little surprised since I really had no idea why I was even asking him, It was like something came over me and pushed the words out of my throat! {A little something called fate} After I got settled and he helped me with my bags I looked around to see how empty our flight really was {How embarrassing! I could have literally had my own row!} He didn’t seem to mind that much. So we were on our way to getting to know each other and as we talked I really couldn’t believe not only how comfortable we felt talking to each other but how many mutual people we actually knew, we grew up almost a decade away from each other in age, but growing up a town away makes that not matter very much… small towns… everyone knows everyone somehow or another. Long story short he asked for my number at the beginning of us getting ready to depart the plane and asked if he could take me out sometime. I {instinctively} said yes, and the rest is history. Fast forward 3 years later to us planning our wedding. I was sitting there plotting out the cake, the flowers, the photographer, etc. When ordering the cake, the baker had asked me what I wanted written on the cake, or if we had a theme… I started thinking about how we met, and how we could incorporate something to do with that into our wedding/theme. I thought about all the significant things about the day we met. I remembered I had kept my luggage tag from the flight and glued it in our scrapbook. When I looked at it closer, I remembered that our flight was flight 586. I don’t know why I never paid attention to this before {probably because most normal people wouldn’t think this was odd} but the numbers 586 were not only the month and year of my birth but when you add all the numbers together {19} it equaled my age that I met my now hubby. I’ve always had a strange tie to numbers. One of my favorite numbers has always been 2 and our daughter was born at exactly 2am on the dot. So needless to say this became the fundamental theme of not only for our wedding day, but when our lives began.
boots and bubble baths 