Weddingbee Blog

So you might be wondering what got us to this day. And I suppose that’s pretty important. Ours is a pretty fun story (or so I tell myself). I had recently graduated from college and was looking to meet new people since I was now on my own in the city with a big-girl job. I had climbed a little bit in college, and I got back in touch with an old climbing friend who suggested I come out with him sometime to climb and meet a bunch of his buddies. I finally went out with them to a boulder field in northwest Georgia on one of the coldest days that season. I’m from Georgia, y’all, and weather like this particular day doesn’t happen often. It maybe got into the 40s that day, and not having been outside for that length of time in that cold of weather, I only wore cords, a long-sleeved shirt, and a hoodie. I was mostly miserable all day.

About midday, one of the guys had the audacity to tease me by throwing my sneakers on top of a rock in an attempt to convince me to climb. (I managed to climb up an easier way and snag them without having to climb up the hard way.) Then that same guy decided to feed my dog the crust off his sandwich after I’d already mentioned that she gets no people food. I thought to myself, “What a jerk!” and decided that I did NOT like this kid. The sun started to go down, and I got even more miserable and started visibly shaking. I attempted to play it cool, and when “the kid” offered me his jacket, I scoffed. Once the group called it a day, I tromped off to my car, not sure what I thought about this whole climbing outside in the cold business, but on the way out I made sure to notice what car “the kid” got into. Sos I could keep a wary eye on him, of course.

I ended up climbing with the group about once a week in a local gym and going out to sushi afterward. It became my weekly ritual, and I started getting better at climbing! I met more and more people, but strangely enough “the kid” ended up always spotting me, giving me pointers, and sitting by me at sushi. I was not looking for a relationship and was completely oblivious to all the signs, but weeks turned to months, and eventually “the kid” and I went on our first date. Fast forward two years, and now we’re getting married! That “jerk” still feeds my dog his crusts, but I’ve kinda grown to love it.

This is a photo of us after we started dating and I wisened up to the world of down jackets…yes, I am indeed wearing two of them. I’m making a face because he probably farted. Or I did. There’s really no telling.

(Photo credit to the lovely K.S.)