The Story of Us

It was the winter of 2004.

At the time, I was going to school and working as an EMT at a private ambulance company.  I arrived for my shift and looked at the crew assignments for the day.  There was a name I didn't recognize.

I turned to my friend and questioned, "Who is [this]?"
Having worked there longer, she responded, "Oh, he just got back from Iraq. He is [the boss'] son."

And that was the first time I heard about my future husband.

We met that day and the flirting began almost instantly.   I thought he was sexy, funny, and mysterious.  It didn't really matter to me that his father was technically one of my bosses.  Perhaps it should have but I barely thought twice about it.  We purposely sat next to each other while hanging out in the base.  He let me start an IV on his arm.  I stole his hat like a giddy school girl and I may have even threatened to use the pacemaker pads on his chest (I was smoooooth, I know).

This continued for a few weeks and everyone noticed our disgustingly nauseating displays of admiration.  I told my friends that I liked him but I needed "a forum" in which to make my move.  It was never going to happen in the workplace.

Then came the company holiday party.

My friends and I beautified ourselves in the hotel room and made our way down to the reception. As I got to the top of the steps, I looked down, and saw him standing there at the bottom.  He looked at me, I looked at him, and well...the rest is history.