When I received the e-mail telling me that my old friend wanted to hook me up with a friend of his wife, I was less than enthused. I felt that I was doing alright as a bachelor, and that my life was more than complicated enough without adding dating, thank you very much. But I could tell that my friends were excited, and I didn't want to let them down, so I agreed. Plus, there was a part of me (I didn't know just how large a part at the time) that was very lonely and realized it might be good to get out of my comfort zone a bit. After my friends gave me a brief description of what Jill was like - or at least what they thought I would like to hear about her - we friended each other on Facebook, and I looked at all her photo albums and read a lot of her old blog entries. So I had three or four mental images of what she was like before I met her, none of which were entirely correct.
|Jill's Facebook profile picture when I looked her up. (It was an amputee thing for her I guess.)|
|When I saw this picture I thought I was going to be meeting a gangster wanna-be.|
The day we were to meet I drove down from Wyoming where I had been visiting my parents over the weekend. Just before I left I felt a migraine coming on, and took something for it that my mother had handed to me. I don't get migraines all that often, but it is always the aura that bothers me more than the actual pain, and this one was bad, or at least different than any other I had experienced. At the time I thought it was the medicine that caused this, but in retrospect I think that the migraine was one of those that can be called a mini-stroke. As I was driving I realized that I couldn't understand the words coming from the radio, I couldn't make sense out of the signs on the highway, and I couldn't string more than a few words together, unless they were curses. In spite of the language center of my brain being on the fritz I made it safely to my friends' house and began baking bread for our dinner. But although I was able to dissemble, I was a bit frightened at what was happening to me, foggy like my head was crammed with cotton, and nervous at meeting Jill, so when she arrived, I was not at my most gracious, I am sure.
|Me baking bread for one of our dinners.|
|Another fabulous meal with the Tylers.|
|Our kids! They aren't this small anymore!|
|Our wedding party.|
Read Jill's side of our love story HERE!