I feel like writing about my husband today. Something niggled at my memory earlier and I sat down and before I knew it I had written “our story.”
It begins in August of 2003. In June, I had graduated from the University of Dayton, School of Law and I had just spent the summer studying for the Ohio Bar Exam, which I did pass, in case you were wondering. I hadn’t quite decided what to do with my life but one thing was certain, I needed a J.O.B. One friday evening, the girls and I were at the Dub Pub, our watering hole of choice, when we met a group of people from PF Changs.
The restaurant had opened a couple of months ago and was doing smashingly well. I started having a conversation with one of their managers, and mentioned that I needed a job. We were all slightly under the influence when he said, “Why don’t you come in and fill out an application?” That conversation changed the course of my life. A serving job wasn’t really what I had in mind at the time, but again, I needed some money. A few days later, I called and hesitantly asked to speak to the manager. I was hesitant because I wasn’t sure if he remembered our conversation or not. Thankfully, he did and I went in later that day and walked out with job.
I remember the first time I saw David. I remember thinking how handsome he was, although I almost immediately dismissed him because he was shorter than me by about an inch. And I came to find out he was funny too. And he was the Sous Chef, and Changs had and still does have a strict non-fraternization policy, so I pushed the attraction to the back of my mind. Or at least I tried to.
I had been on a dating spree recently and at the time was seeing someone, although, I can’t for the life of me remember his name. Whatever. The night before I was to find out the results of the bar exam a group of us went out, breaking the non-fraternizing rules. Rebels. I was a nervous wreck and that night he helped take my mind off the nerves. We played pool, drank, talked and the next morning when I saw my name on that little list, he was the first person I wanted to tell.
Then 2 days later I walked into work and he wasn’t there. I asked some people and was informed that he had been called away to Rochester, NY for an opening. My heart sank. I quickly rebounded and when he came home a few weeks later I was already dating someone new. That quickly fizzled, as they all did.
He returned from Rochester and we both had obviously missed the other. We began talking more frequently and he invited me over to his house on New Years Eve. That’s the day we consider our anniversary.
Of course, we had to keep our relationship a secret from our co-workers because he could have been severely disciplined up to the point of losing his job. We had only been together about 3 weeks when he had to go to Minnesota for another opening. It was there he was offered his own store in Des Moines. Click here for the funny story on how he was offered the job.
I made the decision to go with him and never regretted it. We lived in apartments for our first 2 years, and then bought our first home in 2006.
In March 2007, we were supposed to head out to AZ to visit the parents when he got a call from PF Changs corporate. There was a research and development team heading to Macau, China and one of the members was unable to go. They offered David a once in a lifetime opportunity which just happened to coincide with the dates of our vacay. I was disappointed, but obviously this was something he couldn’t say no to. He headed off to China, staying in a 5 star hotel, visiting amazing places and eating authentic Chinese food.
And I headed off to AZ to plan my wedding. What? Wait? Huh? You haven’t mentioned the proposal yet, Andrea? Did you forget?
Oh, no, friends, I didn’t forget. You see, while I was visiting my parents, alone, I decided we needed to get married. And no, I wasn’t pregnant. I just decided it was time and I decided that we were going to get married in AZ. I may have some control issues. So the parents and I discussed the budget, mom and I scouted out venues and I found my dress. David’s cell phone had no international coverage and with time difference, it was next to impossible to talk to him. So he found this out when he got home. Tee, hee. Good thing he loves me.
He proposed in April 2007. At the time we were Karoake fanatics. We, by no means, were excellent singers, but we enjoyed yourselves. Our neighborhood bar, Kriegers, which had become like a second home to us, hosted karoake nights on Thursdays. That particular night, we arrived after work and I noticed there were a ton of our friends there. I also noticed that most of them were dressed very casually. And by casually, I mean they were in their pj’s. Karoake started and after 4 songs, David’s name was called. He went up to stage and pulled a chair over with him. Hmmm, this is weird, I thought to myself. Then he asked me to join him. I was seriously shocked so up I went and he proceeded to pledge his undying love and devotion to me and asked me to be his wife. He then went on to sing his karoake song, “White Wedding.” Very apropo. Then I realized why so many people were there and in their pajamas. They were there for us. I felt so loved by both David and our friends.
We got married on September 22, 2007. We found out we were pregnant in December and in January found out we were having twins. The boys were born early on June 20, 2008 and David jumped into fatherhood with both feet. When they came home, I learned even more about the man I had married. When you have two babies at once, you kinda need both parents to be involved. He didn’t have a choice but to help and he did so graciously. Although, admittedly I did have to ask. I’ve realized in my almost 5 years of marital blissdom that men cannot read minds.
I actually slept very well after they came home. We talked about the schedule and decided that I would feed the babies at 7pm and then go to sleep and he would feed them at 11pm. Then I would get up at 3am and he would do 7am before he went to work. I took naps. He helped with the housework. I was much more rested then, than I am now, that is for sure. It was perfect, he was perfect. Sure he drove me crazy at times and I know I did the same for him, I do have a tendency to be a little melodramatic. But we stuck together and complemented each other very well. He got his nights out, I got my nights out. We had our date nights. The transition to parenthood was very easy for us.
We were visiting Arizona in March 2009, when David and I seriously started considering a move to the Valley of the Sun. When we arrived home, he let his market partner at PF Changs know his interest in transferring. Within 2 weeks, I am not even kidding, he had an offer for a store in Scottsdale. He was due to start August 1. So we put the house on the market, thinking I would likely stay behind until it sold. Of course, I was deadly serious about selling and staging. David thought I was crazy for moving the master bedroom furniture to the basement bedroom, but it worked. I dragged all the boys’ shit downstairs every.single.morning. Two high chairs, two exersaucers and a jumperoo (they may have been a little spoiled). I vaccuumed and mopped the floor daily. We were anticipating a minimum of 90 days. Pfttt…that sucker sold in under 30. We listed in on my birthday, May 27 and it sold on June 19, the day before the boys’ birthday. At the end of July, we packed it up and headed west.
My husband and I have been through quite a bit in our young marriage (5 years this year). Twins, premature births, buying a house, selling a house, two big moves, a big job change, a total money makeover, my faith makeover and we are closer than we have ever been. We hit a rough patch in October 2010, very rough actually, but through honest communication and compromises we made it through. Maybe I’ll talk about that sometime too.
I guess that’s probably a big chunk of why I am writing this blog. My life is not exciting, by any stretch of the imagination, but I feel like I’ve been through a lot in my short little life. I feel like I have perspectives on many different things. Things that everyone goes through at some point in their lives. Things, that when they happen, are scary, exciting, nerve-racking, draining, surprising, funny or joy-inducing. I want to write about the past, present and future because I will never know who my words or what experiences I’ve had will strike a chord with someone. Whether it be a happy chord, a sad chord, a funny chord I might never know
And that’s okay.
I mean don’t get me wrong, I would love to know if there is something I’ve written that you enjoy or that you don’t enjoy or that you flat out hate. I am prepared for it all. These are my words, they are a part of my soul and sure it might hurt to hear that some people don’t like my words, but I’ll live. I write for me and for those who I’ve met in my life. I write for strangers who are looking for someone who has gone through a similar experience and just needs to know they are not alone. I write, because for some reason, known apparently only to Him at the moment, I feel it is what God wants me to do.
But I digress, in conclusion let me give one last shout out to P.F. Chang’s, if it weren’t for you, the hubs and I would not be living the dream in the Valley of the Sun!
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