Sarah

Well, it all began at a place called Givens. This was not the typical scene; you might think two lovers lock eyes and melt each other’s hearts. No ladies and gentleman, you were more likely to sneeze, as dust and dirt filled the air from the thousands of dark corners of this dreary warehouse that Hank and I, for a short time, called work. I noticed Hank right away. I knew of him, since he was my cousin’s best friend and my uncle had both gotten us the positions as warehouse packers. Hank probably thought I was some young thing who he had no interest in courting at the time. I was a mere 17 years old and he was already 21 when we met. Slowly we became friends, spending countless hours counting car stereos and making labels for countless boxes, stacked as far as the eye could see. Eventually, Hank left for a trip to Japan and I realized how much I missed seeing him at work every day. I told my Aunt Joanne and cousins of my desire for our friendship to be something more. I then invited Hank on a doomed white water rafting trip. He accepted hesitantly. However, soon after this my Aunt relayed to him that I had feelings for him and, let’s just say, Hank could not reciprocate, and he cancelled coming on the trip. He broke my heart, but isn’t it always the good ones that do. So that was the end of it.....so I thought. Well after building up enough courage to speak to him, we slowly started to become friends again, but all my hopes of becoming something more were stored away on a dusty little Given’s shelf never to see the light of day. Until, one day our boss, Cindie, held a St. Patrick’s Day party at her house. We were very close to her and we both attended. My best friend Amanda was poking Hank and pestering him as she did with most boys at that age. Hank was sitting on a couch and Amanda just jumped right onto his lap. I don’t know what came over me but I decided to press my luck and see if I could wiggle my way on his lap and I did. Then something must have jump started that spark deep within my Hank’s heart and the rest is history. From that moment on we have been inseparable. I don’t know what happened that fated St. Patty’s day but I thank my lucky stars that the boy I love somehow fell in love with me--and all it took was to sit on his lap. Love is strange like that, it comes out of right field when you least expect it. Two years later we moved in together. Two years after that Hank proposed on Christmas Day. Two years after that we bought our first home together, and now we are here and I couldn’t be happier. Sometimes good things come to those who wait :)