Building a Family – How I Met Your Mother

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I have been beating myself up the past few days on what to write about. With ADHD and the curse of an Introvert missed together, finding topics of discussion is a real struggle. This morning after some prayer, and direction seeking, I think I have found out what I can talk about for the next week or so.

I am, above everything, a family man. My God and my family are the number 1 things in my life. They have to be because it takes a lot of time and focus to raise as many kids as I have. Call me crazy, but I love it. But this family wasn’t always so big. It had to start out somewhere. If you are willing to stick with me for a while, and not get mad at me for hogging the keyboard from my wife, I will take you through the journey of how the family I have today was built, and some of the struggles we went through along the way.

Unlike most boys, I matured at an early age. Now mature here is used relatively. I swore that I would always be a child at heart. I still love cartoons, and laugh at the most dumb things there are out there. That will never change. Mature here means that I was ready to actually begin my life. I was ready to settle down, and start a family. Β That being said, I was an overweight Bible thumper who was terrified of people because of my introversion. Like… I want to find a wife, but can we just avoid the whole mingling thing? I’d appreciate it. You can see my dilemma. Needless to say, my dating scene wasn’t the fullest.

In my teenage years, I began to work at McDonald’s. In case you don’t know what that is, it’s the grease infested hell where they ship you once you get your first pimple. Some people escape into careers, while others are forever stuck in a grease trap. I worked in the greasiest area of all, the grill. Dun dun dunnn. This isn’t quite the romantic backdrop that everyone expects. We all want do hear beautiful violin music under the stars with candles lit everywhere having a chef in the background serving cocktail shrimp. I had the smell of pickles and old cheese in the air with a manager yelling out, “Bah da da da da, I’m lov’n it.” every 15 minutes trying to raise morale. This is the backdrop for my serendipitous moment.

I was down in the break room reading the newspaper because there was an advertisement for the release of Elder from the Eragon series. I told you I was a nerd. Dragons are cool enough to make me open a newspaper, okay? Suddenly the scene changed, and we were down at the boat dock with a sailor coming down the stairs using every single expletive known to man. Okay, so the scene didn’t really change, but there’s no other way to explain what I heard. I believe Satan himself blushed.

A fellow co-worker stopped the stream of colorful language with, “Hey, don’t cuss around him. He wants to be a pastor.” Cue the very first conversation with my soon to be wife.

She followed right up with, “Oh really? I’m a sponsor at [Insert Local Church Here – Name Hidden for Anonymity]”

We had a lengthy conversation about church, and God. Well, as lengthy as you can during a 15 minute lunch break in the basement of a McDonald’s.

She intrigued me. She captured me. It was love at first site. I was in love with a heathen. God help my soul.

Over the next few days, it got weird. Cupid had me wrapped around his fingers. I found myself planning my lunch breaks at the same time as her so that I could have another chance to hear her speak. She worked up front at the service counter which happened to be right in front of the grill. I had house seats to see an angel in action. Basically, I became a creepy stalker dude, but I don’t like to put it in that perspective. I found out later, that she had gone to extremes to do the same with me. We had small food fights. By which I mean she threw a frozen fry at me, and I totally got revenge by throwing a slimy pickle at her. Don’t open that can of worms, lady. I always win.

Time progressed. We moved in with each other. (We had separate rooms, so don’t judge. Yes, I’m justifying.) We grew close. She accepted my nerdiness. As a matter of fact, we were too broke to have cable, so she willingly watched and enjoyed me playing video games as our nightly entertainment. I married this woman March 17th 2006, St Patrick’s Day, after knowing her less than a year. Now we have been married 11 years.

We had sucky camera’s back in the day.

Before being married, we had my first son. You’ll have to wait until the next entree to hear that story.

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8 Responses

  1. Sarah says:

    Haha great read made me laugh and smile! Thanks for sharing πŸ™‚ it’s so fun hearing love stories especially from a guys perspective!

  2. Raine C. S. says:

    It’s always an amazing thing when you meet your soul mate. My wife and I met when we were 8. It was my first day in a new school and the principal was assigning me my classroom. My wife – well, she was sent to the principal’s office for pushing boys in the line at recess. Her punishment? She had to show me around the school. So basically, her punishment has now lasted 28 years because I’m still tagging along! (Pushing boys at school is so very wrong ladies!)

    Looking forward to reading more of your story.

    • Joseph says:

      28 years. Wow. I can’t even imagine. But at the same time, I can barely remember a time that my wife wasn’t with me.

  3. Shell says:

    This is such a sweet story… I loved hearing the cute way you met your wife πŸ™‚

  4. Dilraz says:

    This is lovely! I love love stories! And i love learning how life can surprise you sometimes!
    Annnnd. I think i might actually do a post about how i met dada too. Im liking the idea πŸ˜€

    • Joseph says:

      When you do, let me know! I’ll go read it! Sometimes those stories are the most interesting. Heck. They made a whole TV series off it!

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