I’m Summer, the bride-to-be. I am a passionate twenty-something who, among other jobs, raises kids for a living. I aspire to be a midwife someday, and I love all things birth. My style tends to vary depending on the day. Sometimes I like earthy and raw, while other times I prefer feminine and flirty.
My groom-to-be is Mike. He’s a stubborn, cynical gamer with a bit of teddy bear thrown in. Ultimately, he’d love to own one of those places where people can go play computer games, LAN centers I think? His style is gruff and in-your-face (one of his favorite shirts: Keep Staring…I might do a trick), although he likes to look good while doing it.
We met while I was working at Family Video. I was recently divorced and really not very interested in relationships. He was visiting a friend here (he’s originally from IL) and not looking for anything or anyone. When he walked in, I took notice. I thought to myself that he looked yummy and mysterious. Something about his walk intrigued me, it exuded a manliness that didn’t typically appeal to me but it did, and still does, on him. He says he noticed my legs before anything else (I’m 5’10”, most of which is leg).
We didn’t talk to each other, or really even acknowledge that we noticed each other. He asked his other friend, who happened to be my co-worker, about me later. She suggested he contact me via MySpace, which he did. We emailed back and forth, talked on the phone for hours, and finally decided to meet up for some weekend fun. I remember being incredibly nervous when I got the call that he was almost in town.
When the weekend was over, we both wanted just a bit more. Nothing too much, but we were having fun and enjoying each other’s company. Before we knew it, something changed. Silly, I know, but that’s how it was. There’s a connection between us that I never felt before. I heard about it plenty, but never actually experienced it. When I look back now, I realize that the difference is friendship. Mike is my best friend. Sure, I have girl friends that I talk to (and very extensively!) about stuff, but at the end of the day…it’s him I want to talk to most. How cool is that?!
On Mother’s Day 2009, he went to the store with his friend and came back with a plant. I can’t seem to find the picture of it anymore, but it was one of the most unusual looking plants I’ve seen, perfect for me. He told me Happy Mother’s Day and then hugged me. While we were hugging he pulled out a ring and asked me to marry him. I was quite surprised. We’d talked about marriage off and on for a while, but I didn’t expect him to ask at that moment.
So, that’s that and here we are. When Mike decided to love me, he also decided to love my children. I came with a ready-made family, not an easy task for even the most noblest of men. The past three years haven’t always been easy, or fun, but we’ve faced them together. I am looking forward to spending my life with him and seeing where it takes us.