Eight years ago on a Friday night I drove to Dublin, walked into Eddie's apartment (he was temporarily living in Dublin, GA while he trained for a job...he was there for a little over a year), and he proposed. We had dated for almost five years and he was moving to Perry that summer. We were going to look at houses for him that weekend. And I was all in a dither because I had a school contract on my desk at work and hadn't signed it because I didn't know what to do. If I signed it, I had to stay in Tifton for one more year and that meant we weren't getting married for one more year. I didn't know whether to sign it or wait on him to figure his head out. Thankfully he made that decision a little easier that weekend. Eddie does things in HIS time. No one else's. He had asked my parents weeks (months?) earlier and they'd all been waiting around wondering if he'd forgotten or changed his mind. Because Dublin is a tiny little town our celebration dinner options were limited. We landed at Applebee's. That next Tuesday (we were off for MLK weekend), I marched into my principal's office and handed him a letter of resignation. It was bitter-sweet because everyone had been sort of waiting on us to get engaged, but I sure HATED to leave my job at 8th Street. I had the best team that I taught with. Crazy that THAT was eight years ago, too. And then I only taught one year at HOCO before I "retired" from teaching. {Possibly/Probably forever?!}
That sure doesn't seem like eight years ago. And it sure doesn't seem like we've been together for almost 13 years. Seems more like 40. I'm kidding! (Sort of.)
I started blogging right before we got married so you can actually read all about our story starting just a few months after our engagement. We have packed a TON into 8 years. It's been a fun ride!
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