Monday, May 25, 2009

Day 56- How I Became Mrs. Wright

I have big important plans today... like, *wearing jeans* kind of plans. I may even brush my hair, but no promises. Anyway, I really need to get going but of course I haven't accomplished anything to blog about. It's Friend Making Monday at All That Is Good, and today's question is about how I met my significant other.

I'm short on time and some details are still *fuzzy* due to the fact that may or may not have been 17 at the time. Shhh!

I had followed my best friend to a new school because I was in high school and didn't know how to handle life without her. It took an entire semester of school to convince my parents to let me go, so by the time I got there she had made new friends and didn't want anything to do with me. Beeyotch. I'm not still bitter or anything though.

Since I had already told my parents that my life would be over if I didn't change schools they weren't really wanting to hear my pleas to return to my original school. It took a year of sticking it out at the new school before they finally agreed that I could change at the semester in January.

My friend was going to be the manager of the basketball team and asked me to help her. I hate sports, and I hate laundry, but access to the boys locker room sounded pretty awesome when I was 16, so I agreed. I was still going to the old school when basketball season started in December, so it was awfully strange to dash out of my last class and screech over to my original school to be there before practice started after school. Anyway, Mr. Wright was the coach of the freshman team so I saw him at practice but we didn't interact much since I was always with the varsity team.

I returned to my original school on my 17th birthday. I continued as a basketball manager, and my friend and I both hung out with Mr. Wright at practice. He was 25 at the time and it wasn't really a love at first sight kind of thing. I didn't even realize that I had a *thing* for him until later AFTER all the rumors that we were together had died down. Things start to get pretty 'fuzzy' from there.

We got engaged on a trip to Las Vegas when we had traveled for his brother's wedding and been on a trip with my parents. We got married in March of 2003, less than 6 weeks after my 18th birthday. Sweetie Pie came in December, and the rest is history. People instantly like to do the pregnancy math, so I'll help...

We got married on 3/3/03 (at 3pm ;) ) and Sweetie Pie came 12/27/03 (that's 10 months) and Sweetie Pie was born at 36 weeks gestation. Really I got pregnant 2 months after my wedding, but even recently Mr. Wright's sister asked if I had been pregnant on my wedding day. Not that there's anything wrong with that... because there isn't. Please don't send me hate mail!

2 Thoughts From Others:

Fishbacks said...

Wow, it seems like just yesterday when we were trying to figure out if you two were dating:)

Vivienne said...

Love this story. It has a Lolita/"Tonight, on a very special "Blossom"/Laura Ingalls kind of vibe.
:)

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