I’m sitting across from my husband, Courtney. Staring at him as he rocks our son to sleep thinking “how did I get so lucky?” I honestly don’t even remember the first time we met. I just always remember us being friends. We were such good friends I told him stuff you probably shouldn’t tell your future husband. However in my defense I already had a boyfriend and wasn’t thinking I would ever be dating him let alone marry him. My husband, on the other hand, remembers like it was yesterday. I guess it’s only fitting for me to tell “The Story of Us.”
What I do remember is the trip we flew together that got this whole thing popping. I was living in California at the time, and commuting to DFW for work. I came to work looking extra saucy because I had just been in my cousins wedding the weekend before. My hair was looking nice and I was feeling myself. I was in the terminal looking at the computer when I heard a familiar voice say “dang girl, you didn’t have to get your hair done for me!” I’m not gonna lie, it made me blush. This was going to be a good trip.
We spent the next 4 days laughing and giving each other a hard time. The passengers were loving us because we had such a connection. For a brief second the first officer even thought we hated each other because we were messing with each other so much. I had to let him know that’s how I can tell Courtney really liked me. It was the equivalent of a little boy pulling on the little girls hair. At one point I had to call him out and ask him why he hadn’t asked to take me to lunch during our trip. He was speechless.
At the end of our trip Courtney was leaving the cockpit when he said “if you’re ever stuck in Dallas I would like to take you out sometime.” To which I replied “I’m going to be stuck tomorrow.” I started spending less time in California and more time with him. We’ve been inseparable ever since.
I knew it was going to be a good trip………