Nick and I met and married in a non-traditional way. Well, I guess it depends on who you ask, but it was certainly not the way I expected to meet my husband. We met at a New Year's party that was followed by a night of dancing at a club in Nashville (Well, Zayd, I guess you were going to find out sooner or later...).
A group of us in dental school decided to go to Nashville to meet and spend New Year's with some of Ed's (one of my dental school classmates) college friends. Well, Nick was one of the several new people I had met that night. I can still remember shaking his hand and introducing myself thinking, "hey, I kinda like this one." Well, we danced together that night and talked a little, but it wasn't until the next weekend when he decided he needed to visit his old friend Ed in Birmingham (when he hadn't really ever done that before) that I realized maybe there was more to this meeting than I thought. Well, 6 weeks, one transfer and 200 miles later, he was living with Ed's parents in Birmingham. This would have freaked out even the most sure of people, but I was pretty cool about it. I think in my heart of hearts I knew he was the one. Anyway, he would come over and read while I studied, which usually turned into us having long conversations about life, and why the grades slipped a little that semester. But, he was always so kind and considerate. He never played games and was very honest about his feelings toward me. That was a very welcome change in my life. One thing that really stuck with me, and Shelley can attest to this because she was my roommate at the time. We would always leave our garbage at the front door and one of us would have to drive it out to the the dumpster to take it out. It was a real pain, and neither of us enjoyed doing it, but when Nick would come over we noticed that the garbage left when he did. I never asked him to do it, he never even mentioned it. He just did it, because he didn't want us to have to worry about it, and he's still doing it 5 years later. He even takes out my mom's trash every time we eat over there. I think it's the little things that say the most about a person.
We were engaged in July of that year (maybe I'll tell the proposal story on it's anniversary)
So, three years and a sweet baby later, I love him more than ever, and I'm so thankful everyday that I found my match, my soul mate.
*This post is way late, because I was looking for a photo from the night we met, but for completeness sake, here the post is anyway...
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