True Romance

Some friends have been discussing romance lately. If you read Jay's comment on my last post (I promise he was just kidding and is not mean or abusive at all), you may have guessed that we would probably not win an award for being the most romantic couple. We enjoy harassment a little too much around here.

After reading Shandolynne's post, I thought for a bit and decided to ask Jay what he thought our most romantic moment was. He finally said it was when I played American Girls for him at a bar one night. Insert blank look from me. I had no clue what he was talking about. Was he sure it was me? Finally I figured out he was talking about the weekend of my baby shower for Jack in Omaha. Our families had come up and Saturday evening we went to a bar with my sister-in-law and her husband because they wanted to play pool. You have not had fun until you are terrible at pool and eight months pregnant and find yourself sitting in a bar watching people play pool after midnight at the end of an exhausting day. (FYI, last call in Omaha is 1:00, not 2:00.) I guess this evening made an impression on us both, just different ones.

My nomination was the time Jay came to town for my first faculty party. He lived two hours away at the time and was planning to drive in, but during the day, I got a voice mail from him saying he wasn't feeling well and didn't think he could make it. I was really bummed about it because it was going to be a real treat to get to see him during the week. I thought about skipping the party because I didn't really care about going if he wasn't going. That afternoon I took my kids out for recess and in the middle of a soccer game, I looked over and noticed him walking across the playground. I was thrilled, to put it mildly. And my fifth-graders were fairly interested in seeing their teacher's boyfriend. Jay doesn't really remember any of this.

Now you're probably thinking, "Wow. These people are kind of weird." Yes. Yes, we are. And we love it.