I knew, before I’d ever even spoken to him, that one day he’d be my husband.
I can’t exactly explain it. I just knew. I watched him walk into Dr. Tillinger’s Tax II accounting class one day and I just knew. I’d never even directly spoken to him, but I knew. He was written in my heart long before I even knew him.
I had a class with him the previous semester and somehow our paths never converged. In fact, I completely misread him. I thought he was a foreign tennis player. I guess because he sat next to a foreign tennis player. So much for assumptions.
The next semester I walked into Tax II and noticed him again. You have to imagine that Tax II wasn’t exactly a sought after class. In fact, I’d be lying if I said there were more than 15 people in there. There were three u-shaped rows, each a little higher than the previous one. Daxson sat center front row, our mutual acquaintance, Regina, sat center middle row and I sat center back row. He answered a question in clear English without the hint of an accent. So much for being foreign.
One day I was cramming to finish an assignment before class began and I looked up just as he walked in and I knew. I knew. And I thought I was just crazy. I hadn’t even spoken to him. But it was as if time froze for that moment and something whispered in my soul. He’s the one.
I ignored the whisper.
Time passed and I forgot all about that moment. Then one afternoon there was a bit of a panic before class over an assignment. Regina asked for clarification and while the exact issue eludes me, I just remember Daxson replying, “No silly.”
Hearts flashed before my eyes. Over the word silly. Who knew I was so easy to win over? So I leaned over to the guy next to me and whispered, “You know who I think is groovy? That Daxson in the front row.” And my quest became clear. Tax class now had a double challenge…pass the class and find an excuse to talk to the guy who casually used the word silly in a sentence.
My opportunity soon presented itself. Daxson and I had another class we were both taking, although at different times. Auditing. I had it at 8 in the morning while he had it at a decent hour in the afternoon. I ate a taco while trying my best to stay awake each class and eventually giving in to a nodding doze while he sat enraptured by the topic, highlighting all the key points. I passed the assignments while he set the curve. Word gets around. He was super smart. I had an excuse to finally talk to him…I needed a tutor….or at least I could pretend that was what I needed (what I really needed was to stay awake and stay focused but the premise of needing a tutor seemed opportune).
After being thrown into a group assignment together in Tax, I gathered my courage and told him that I’d heard he was doing well in auditing and I asked if he’d be willing to help me out. He agreed and bless him, he pulled out a tiny yellow dictionary to write my phone number in. My heart seriously went pitter patter. A dictionary. How divine.
He called. We met at the library. He tutored me. I stared dreamily into his lovely hazel eyes.
I invited him out to a dinner with a group of friends. He invited me to join him and his friends in Concan. He made a bet with me that if I passed my auditing exam, he’d treat me to dinner and if I didn’t, I’d treat him to dinner (sneaky wasn’t it, the way he was guaranteed dinner with me with a bet like that).
Before I knew it, I was head over heels in love, unable to imagine my life without him. 4 months later he proposed. Exactly one year and two days after our official first date, we were married.
Honestly I can’t remember every detail that led us to our vows at the chapel. But I do remember thinking of that moment when I heard that whisper in my soul and knowing that it wasn’t so crazy after all. Like I said, he was written in my heart long before I knew him.
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