How We Met

Five years ago today, I was working for an engineering company that was developing the island of Cococay for Royal Caribbean Cruise Lines. The project manager was horrible at paperwork and running the office so things on the island were not going as well as they should. The company asked me to move there to put it in order. I think they asked me because I was single and one of the few people in the company crazy enough to go. Everyone knew it would not be a walk in the park, especially since I would be living in a construction trailer and there were VERY few women living on the island. My need for change and adventure can drive me to make insane decisions. I'm glad I met Steve, but a portion of the experience is nightmare worthy thanks to the horrible company I was working for.

I had been there 2 days, when a construction team came. I drove the mule down to the dock to pick them up and they were all surprised to see a non-Bahamian blonde chic on the island. I gave them a tour of the island and took them to their new home (also a construction trailer). One of the guys in that team was my future hubby, Steve. We were friends for the next 5 months and started dating when we came back to the States.

Today is significant not only because it is the anniversary of when we met, but because it is his mother's birthday. The fact that we met on her birthday and we got married the day after my father's birthday suddenly seems so strange given that they both died this year. We could ponder the meaning of all of this or simply choose to celebrate life. Perhaps that will come next weekend, when we finish moving a few more things, cleaning the house, and unpacking boxes.

Tags: life, meeting mr right, cococay