After a few moments, I heard someone speak behind me. I was just barely alert and trying to calculate my next move through a city I had never visited and to what I was told was the worst part of town-Compton. I looked up for just a moment, glanced over my shoulder and heard the guy immediately behind (in the same predicament, only a foot taller than me), say "How 'bout that middle seat?"
I smiled and shrugged it off, not really in the mood to talk and we both exited the plane at a snails pace with the crowd in front of us.
The next thing I knew, he had rambled off-"Don't I know you from somewhere?" "I don't think so." "Where did you go to school?"
After twenty questions and small talk through the airport, we realized we had gone to UGA at the same time, but that was about the only connection possible. We said good bye and parted ways at the baggage claim, he raced out to catch a taxi, and I waited--what seemed like years--on my luggage, while trying to call the rental car service. The next thing I knew, there he was...running...back into the airport with a crumpled business card extended. He said, "Give me call if you wrap up with your meeting in time. I'll be around all week."
I politely took the card, thinking I would never use it---I was in L.A. for Christ's sake. I wasn't going to go out with a total stranger!
After an hour to get out of the airport, 2 hours in traffic to Compton, only to hear from the client that there had been a mistake and I was no longer needed onsite--I had not only an evening, but 2 days to kill, and needed a drink. He went to UGA--he had to be alright, right? :)
I sent the stranger a text message, saying my meetings had finished up early and I was headed back into the city--a couple of hours later I was picking him up on street corner outside of his office. The rest is history...
A year later we got engaged--He proposed with "Will you marry me?" on the back of the same crumpled business card he had given me in the airport a year before.
April 23, 2011, we were married at Piedmont Park in Atlanta. Now---here we are at the end of June, and we were are 11 weeks pregnant with TWINS!
Who would have ever imagined it possible to go from just me (and of course Mr. Harvey), to a husband, two kids and two dogs in so little time.
Life is good---more so, it's constantly full of surprises and everyday teaching me that it is impossible to have a solid plan for the next (even as the control freak that I am). So, now--with a massive house renovation under way to prepare for the twins, a husband to feed, clients to manage, and morning sickness to conquer--I am learning (the hard way) to take it day by day and enjoy the fleeting moments.
