Where was I this day last year? Well, I had a helluva weekend in skydives. The weather was hotter than Hades. I was about ready to be inducted into the Rodriguez Brothers. But those are only small details. You see, the Sunday of Memorial Day weekend 2012 was “the first day of the rest of my life”.
I was sitting at the plastic green table just inside the kitchen area of the DZ. I found myself drinking Bud Platinum from blue bottles, beer stolen from someone else. I had a shot of vodka and chased it with a marshmallow. Life felt pretty good. Adrenaline can do that to a person. I was sitting next to Bobby. We were talking about jumping. I was telling him my thoughts on my jumps from that weekend and he was so excited for me. Talking to him about jumping was infectious. We were talking animatedly and leaning into each other when I realized his hand was on my knee. How did that happen? When did that happen? I had no clue. One more blue bottle of beer. We kept on talking, more excited with each story and detail and then it happened, he leaned over and kissed me. Simple as that. I felt myself blush. And we kept on talking. That was the first moment of the rest of my life.
As for the rest of that night: drinking tequila from the bottle, me threatening to beat the shit out of a boy for putting on my Sox cap, Mexican hat dances, bodyshots, a really bad slow dance to a song I wish I could remember, beer pong…. It was a whirlwind. But, it was the beginning of the next chapter of my life. The one with Bobby.
One year ago it started with tequila and a kiss. Who knows what the future holds. All I am sure of is that with this man at my side, all things are possible.
I love you Husband.