Friday, July 19, 2013

Sweet Summer Days…

The Story of When My Life Began

Many love stories start during the sweet summer.

Sweet summer days at the beach.

Sweet summer nights sitting by the camp fire.

Sweet summer evenings on the roof of your favorite fraternity house.

And after a long shift at the shoe store, a thousand years ago at a college far far away, I found myself walking to that fraternity house.

All of my sorority sisters were already there and I could hear them, but couldn't find them in the giant house.

So, I took my cute-green-tank-top-short-shorts-flip-flop-wearing-self upstairs.

Out the second floor window I saw a ladder leading to the roof. 

I chuckled to myself thinking...there is no way that I am climbing up that ladder.

My friends saw me leaning out the window and tried to coax me into to climbing up. 

It was tempting and I really did think about it, as I heard that sweet summer laughter, but decided that I would just wait until they all came down.

Then he peered over the edge.

My heart skipped a beat. 

I forgot how to breathe. 

Time stood still.

But still, fear kept me from climbing up the ladder. Instead, I waited and waited {and waited}.

Eventually, everyone made their way down and came inside to play some Foosball.

Then suddenly, as if disappearing before my eyes, my friends were nowhere to be seen... leaving me in the big party room with the guy who peered over the roof.

The music was deafeningly loud when “roof guy” came over and started talking to me.

“What?” I screamed, unexpectedly feeling very self-conscious of what I had picked to wear.

He started talking again.

“What?” I asked, scrunching up my face as if that would help me hear him better.

{Attractive, I’m sure}.

One more time he started talking.

Then the idea hit me….go turn down the music.

Funny thing is, on this sweet summer evening, he was just pretending to talk.

He wasn't saying anything at all… just moving his mouth, because he also knew the music was way too loud.

Right then and there, through my embarrassment, he made me laugh.  This guy was totally cool. 

Later, on that sweet summer evening, roof guy saved me from being humiliated by a totally uncool frat boy.

On that sweet summer evening, roof guy taught me how to play darts at my favorite bar, his favorite bar…our favorite bar.

On that sweet summer evening, I danced with my girls to the song “You’re the one that I want.” 

And I knew… I knew he was the one. 

I think it was love at first sight.

That was sixteen years ago.

And every year on these sweet summer days I think about meeting my roof guy and I laugh.

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  1. Oh Trina....I LOVE this post! You are amazing! Please tell me I can post this on Facebook!

    You TOTALLY made my heart smile!

    Happy day!

    1. Thank you, KariAnne! Looking forward to seeing it on your page.

  2. True to her word, karianne posted this to Facebook and I just had to come on over and hear all about your roof guy. A sweet and lovely love story Trina. Thank you for sharing it :)

    1. Thank you, Kerryanne! I really appreciate it! There is more...coming soon!

  3. Sweet story for sure. Could you please tell me where I can purchase the fabric on the pillow...the gray and cream looks like your bed might have it also?
    I love that print....but I like the love story better.
    thanks. (:

    1. Hi, Alice! Thank you! I got that fabric at Joann's Fabrics. It was in the special order section. Not sure if they have it anymore. I bought it 3 summers ago. Good luck finding it!

  4. I hope that you and roof guy are still sharing your love story 16 plus 50 years from now. we've been sharing ours for 41 years. it never gets old.

    1. Thank you, Karen! That is such a sweet wish for us. My parents are actually celebrating their 40th this year!

  5. Such a sweet story. I met my 'guy dancing on table' 17 summers ago at a wedding. There was just something about him! After our 1st date I told my Dad that this was The Guy I would marry, to which my Dad replied "It's just lust" Happy to say my Dad was wrong, our 15th wedding anniversary is coming up in November.
    Wishing you many more summers!

    1. Thank you, Jenn! What a wonderful story. I bet your dad wasn't ready to let go of you. But I am so glad that you are still with with you "guy dancing on table"!

  6. Makes me wistful for my own summer nights long ago...

  7. Wonderful story! Mine has blue eyes and this year will be 31 yrs of summers together. I hope you have many, many more summers sharing those sweet memories!

    1. Thanks, Sharon! 31 summers! That is wonderful! It is so nice to read about successful love stories.

  8. Very sweet story and wall arrangement. Well done!


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