A year ago today, I said yes. And it was exhilarating.
In the past year, that feeling has only amplified. I’m at the point where I want to sprint down the aisle, just so I get there faster.
(I won’t, though, because I don’t sprint well in heels.)
And it makes me laugh to think that if you had asked me four years ago whether or not I’d be marrying BNF, I would have responded: “Marry him? I don’t even like him!“
I first met BNF in 2008 while playing for my company softball team. He had missed the first couple games, but I’d heard about this supposedly amazing shortstop, so I was naturally curious.
During our first game together – him at short, me at second base – we had a chance early on to make a double play. The batter hit a grounder to BNF, and I quickly moved to cover second, prepared to then throw to first.
But the throw never came.
BNF decided to make the play himself, running over second and throwing to first.
(No one remembers, by the way, if the double play was made.)
I was furious. The shortstop I’d played with in BNF’s absence always threw the ball to me. In my mind, BNF must have thought that just because I’m a girl, I couldn’t handle it! The jerk!
Later on at the bar, I was sitting nearby when I heard him declare to the table, “The thing about women is…“
So I turned. “I have to hear this.“
“Hold on a second,” he told me. “How old are you?”
“Okay. You don’t know anything.”
And just like that I thought, well, it’s a good thing I don’t have to hang out with him outside of softball!
Fast forward four years, and I can’t even imagine sprinting down the aisle to anyone else.
And it doesn’t hurt that he now throws the ball to me.