When I met my husband I certainly wasn't looking to fall in love. I was already in a safe relationship with a guy that I knew I'd never marry. We weren't very much alike, but we were only 21, and just having fun. The year before I had been spurned and had gone to a dark place. Love was the very last thing on my mind.
That all changed on September 17th, 2005. A friend of mine had asked me to attend a folk concert with her for her birthday. My boyfriend had wanted to come, but since he didn't exactly get along with that friend, I told him it wasn't a good idea. My friend's cousin also came along, and she told us she had ran into this guy, named Peppy, that she hadn't seen since middle school. I had met a Peppy (in another city) the year before through a mutual friend, but it was just in passing. I had a hard time believing there was more than one Peppy in Alabama, so I went to investigate.
Turns out it was the same guy. He had turned 21 the day before, and he was in town visiting his dad that weekend for the same folk concert. We ended up sitting in my car and talking for the entire night. He was single. And I told him that I was single. Because I knew. It sounds crazy, but I knew that night that there was something special about him, and that I couldn't let him get away from me.
I broke up with my boyfriend the next day, and Peppy and I dated long distance for three months. He lived two hours away and we would talk all night on the phone, even though he had to leave for work at 6 in the morning. We saw each other a total of maybe 6 times before I moved in. And that very weekend we eloped. After only dating for three months.
Six and a half years, and two kids later, we are living out our own little fairy tale. We have our ups and downs, but I couldn't ask for a better husband. I am so thankful for him every single day.