I met Mike in 2002, I didn’t exactly like him when I met him. We fist met at work, a workplace infiltrated with women. It was crazy, I recall there being a small female following that seemed to have dibs on him for that opportune moment. I recall him being a leader on the unit where we worked, someone our manager called on frequently and the patients called on more. He was cute; I really liked his copper eyes and brown hair, he had a charm about him that I secretly liked but he seemed to be a secret rebel, marriage was far from my mind, from him, from anyone…
The first day that I saw Megan was at our old job. I was working down the hallway when I noticed a tall, gorgeous girl. In an instant, I knew I would someday be hers. Getting the required courage, I introduced myself or might to just say, ‘Hi.’ After attempting to get her number a few times, we met for coffee. I found her to be very articulate with her words. I think she was trying to impress me. She was and still is an independent and self-motivated individual.
To break it down, she was and still is attractive, smart, caring, unforgettable, and spiritual minded woman. There are more characteristics but these are a few that come to mind when I first think of when I think of my first memories with her.
FIRST IMPRESSION OF MARRIAGE
I don’t know what my first thought of marriage was. I recall being asked what type of diamond cut I hoped for in my engagement ring, I stammered with something few brides say, ‘Square.’ Not Princess cut, nothing more elegant than square. I didn’t have a fairy tale view of what marriage ought to be. Looking back, I wish I would have expected more but I was so independent that it seemed weak to wish more. I suppose I felt it to be an extension of what had been. We loved to cook together, and travel and this is what we continued once we married. It seemed to work initially and for what first year but there needed to be more, God planned marriage to be more…but what?