The Moment I Knew
Having been together for nine years before deciding to get married we both had a lot of time to think about getting married. I knew that I wanted to marry Angie a long time ago, although I couldn't possibly put a singular moment that I made that decision. I just simply knew for many years that we would get married sooner or later.
However, I did have a moment of clarity a few months ago. One day at work I was bored while packing people's rubber chickens or parasite pals for them to enjoy and my mind was left to wander. It doesn't take a lot of thought placing an item into a box and when you have a very active mind like I do, it tends to wander across many, many different topics in a day (one of the reasons I started blogging).
Anyway, I started thinking about all the big moments in our lives that we have shared together. Both of our graduations from high school, new jobs, new living arrangements, vacations, etc, etc. It occurred to me that of almost all of the big moments in our lives and despite the fact that we were away from each other a good portion of the time, we had only missed a handful of each others big moments.
The biggest of which was Angie's graduation from Cornell. I had just left Bowling Green and took a job as Director of Media/Public Relations for the Rio Grande Valley WhiteWings. At that time we were together and very much in love but seemingly on divergent paths in our careers and future lives. Angie had every piece of her family there. Her mom and her other moms and even her dad and that half of the family showed up to enjoy this great moment with her, but her boyfriend had more important work to be done in Texas.
I eventually realized that I hated South Texas (and so did Angie) and returned home but left again to Richmond, Indiana to work for the Roosters. I was let go by them a week into the season after about three months in Richmond. I packed up my life again and returned home for good.
While packing boxes it occurred to me that I have no interest in missing any more important moments. I started to think about how much I would give to go back in time so I could be at her graduation and how nothing could possibly tear me away from these important moments anymore. Baseball isn't as important as being with Angie and sharing my life with her and I would never leave again. If we ended up somewhere that had a team and I could work for them, that's fine (although the long hours would scare me), but I wouldn't leave. And I will never feel bad about it or think about what could have been. I've had good jobs and haven't regretted a minute of it. Getting fired from the Richmond Roosters was the best thing that ever happened to me.
And those thoughts are what cemented how much I wanted to marry Angie, how ready I was to get married to her and how much I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her sharing millions of magical moments together every single day.
However, I did have a moment of clarity a few months ago. One day at work I was bored while packing people's rubber chickens or parasite pals for them to enjoy and my mind was left to wander. It doesn't take a lot of thought placing an item into a box and when you have a very active mind like I do, it tends to wander across many, many different topics in a day (one of the reasons I started blogging).
Anyway, I started thinking about all the big moments in our lives that we have shared together. Both of our graduations from high school, new jobs, new living arrangements, vacations, etc, etc. It occurred to me that of almost all of the big moments in our lives and despite the fact that we were away from each other a good portion of the time, we had only missed a handful of each others big moments.
The biggest of which was Angie's graduation from Cornell. I had just left Bowling Green and took a job as Director of Media/Public Relations for the Rio Grande Valley WhiteWings. At that time we were together and very much in love but seemingly on divergent paths in our careers and future lives. Angie had every piece of her family there. Her mom and her other moms and even her dad and that half of the family showed up to enjoy this great moment with her, but her boyfriend had more important work to be done in Texas.
I eventually realized that I hated South Texas (and so did Angie) and returned home but left again to Richmond, Indiana to work for the Roosters. I was let go by them a week into the season after about three months in Richmond. I packed up my life again and returned home for good.
While packing boxes it occurred to me that I have no interest in missing any more important moments. I started to think about how much I would give to go back in time so I could be at her graduation and how nothing could possibly tear me away from these important moments anymore. Baseball isn't as important as being with Angie and sharing my life with her and I would never leave again. If we ended up somewhere that had a team and I could work for them, that's fine (although the long hours would scare me), but I wouldn't leave. And I will never feel bad about it or think about what could have been. I've had good jobs and haven't regretted a minute of it. Getting fired from the Richmond Roosters was the best thing that ever happened to me.
And those thoughts are what cemented how much I wanted to marry Angie, how ready I was to get married to her and how much I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her sharing millions of magical moments together every single day.
posted by Brandon @ 9:29 PM
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