I figured since this is my one year anniversary and Rory is going to ask eventually, I'd write about how I met his mother.
It all started 7 years ago. I was a wild 25 year old and I'd just accepted a teaching job in Florida. One of my fantastic friends from college had moved down with me and we were excited to begin teaching for the first time. As we walked into our principal's office for the first time since arriving, we spotted a whiteboard that listed the names of all 13 of the new teachers. I scanned the list because I was nosy and my eyes stopped on one surname in particular. The name was shared with a famous actress with big boobs.
"Hmm," I say to my little friend Kimmi Doo. "I think I'm going to marry that one."
"Oh? How do you even know it's a female?"
"I just have a feeling," I say.
"Well that's nice," Kimmi Doo says.
A couple weeks later Kimmi Doo sought out this name on the whiteboard and tells me, "You know that red head? That's the one you said you were going to marry."
It was in fact Kimmi Doo who reminded me of this random moment all those years later before my wife and I were about to be actually married. I guess though, if we're being honest, that isn't the exact moment I actually met Kim. (Don't ask me why there are so many Kim's in my world. I'm just surrounded by them by default.) The first time I truly saw Kim and talked with her was at one of our new teacher meetings that was taught by our lovely reading coach, Sharona.
Sharona stood at the front of the media center explaining to all 13 new teachers how a certain reading program worked but before we really got started she threw in a couple icebreakers to get us all talking.
"Who has read a book over the summer?" Sharona asks.
Kim and I both raise our hands. Maybe 3 more people did too. Maybe.
"Oh!" Sharona gasps clearly thinking that out of 13 new teachers, at least more than a handful would be readers.
"What are your favorite kinds of books?" Sharona asks.
Some people say they like Nicholas Sparks. Some people say that they'd rather just read magazines. (That was Kimmi Doo, and having been her roommate, I know she likes to look at the pictures more than read.)
"I like Sci-Fi books!" Kim says.
"Oh, I do too!" I say.
"What books have you read recently?"
"I read about 20 books last night," Kim says.
"Wow that's good," I say. "I read the first Harry Potter book this summer. I didn't want to read them when they were popular. I just didn't think I'd really be into it. But I have to say, it was a really good book."
"I LOVE HARRY POTTER!" Kim almost screams. "I have all the books that are currently out. You can borrow some if you want to keep reading them."
I can hear Kimmi Doo talking to someone. "I just read an article about the proper way to massage your belly button."
"WHAT?" a girl named Peaches shouts.
"Yeah," Kimmi Doo replies. "It's realy important to massage your belly everyday. You never know when you'll find lint, or a reese's pieces stuck up in there."
'OH WOW! GOOD TO KNOW!" Peaches says.
"What's your favorite book ever?" Sharona asks, almost jigging in the front with all this new conversation about books.
"My favorite book is..." Kim begins.
"I would have to say my favorite book is," I say simultaneously.
"Enders Game." we finish together.
Time freezes. Our eyes meet. Then we start laughing. "Are you serious?" I ask.
"It is seriously my favorite book!" Kim says matter of factly. "I am a redhead and we never lie!"
Now 7 years later, we are enjoying our one year anniversary, our brand new little baby, and watching Ender's Game at the movie theatre on the big screen. (What Kim's been waiting for, for years!)
I love you baby! Here is to 75 more years!
Comic by Bitstrips