Saturday, December 01, 2007

Eight years ago today...

I walked into a room where Steve was sitting, waiting for his Rhodes Scholarship interview, and thought to myself, "Huh. That kid is in my *family* somehow... but... which part?" Then because I was all hyped up from having just finished *my* interview, I sat down and said [talking about 1000 miles a minute], "Hi, my name is Kerry. Let me tell you about my preferences for food flavored in basil, math text books written in a sans serif font, and the last conversation I had with my mother..." [that was a paraphrase...but pretty close. :-)]

Now we're all married and stuff and really *are* family. Yay for nerves that make me blabbermouthy!

3 comments:

Barb said...

I'm so glad that you were nervous and talky because now you're in my family!

Mark- TCM said...

Aw - that lovely! I can't even remember the first thing I said to my missus. It was in a nightclub and I'd probably had a few sherbets (definitely a British saying - means drinks of the alcoholic variety) for dutch courage so I'm pretty sure it didn't make any sense!

Zp said...

C'm on, finish the story! That night at the banquet dinner thingie you looked at him and the woman was saying to all the hopeful contestants, "And even if you don't win this is a great thing to try for--why, I even met my husband at the Rhodes trials...." and you were jolted out of your reverie and said a silent, fervent prayer: "Dear God in Heaven. If you tricked me into applying for a scholarship to Oxford JUST to meet my future husband, I am never speaking to you again."

God just laughed.