Nine years ago on a marching band trip a bus driver lost the keys to his bus. It was a hot & humid day and I was thrilled to have my own seat on the school bus with no air conditioning. Because of this irresponsible bus driver, I was forced to sit with a friend so the passengers of the useless bus could have a ride home. Little did I know it would be the best decision I would ever make. A shaved headed skinny boy took my original seat. He was the drum major of our marching band. I had never had a conversation with him. I assumed he was arrogant because of his position in the band (little did I know he was the most SELFLESS person I will ever meet). He listened to his headphones most of the ride home. As a future hair stylist at some point during our drive home I became curious what the top of his shaved head felt like. From the looks of it- I had guessed it felt like my grandma’s old pillows. You know, the kind that were spiky going one direction & smooth going the other. I decided I needed my question answered so I touched his hair. He turned to look at me quickly- he looked a little startled that a stranger would grope his hair. I explained about my grandma’s pillows and he for sure thought I was a little crazy. I had no idea the simple crush I was developing on this boy would turn into something spectacular. By the time we made it back to our hometown I was smitten with him. This boy would soon turn into my boyfriend and then my very best friend. On February 27, 2006 he made me the luckiest girl alive when he got down on one knee and asked me to become his wife.
It’s been nearly nine years since we began our journey together. In June we will be celebrating our four year anniversary. It’s hard to believe our adventures began all because a bus driver lost his keys…
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