The first day James and I talked about marriage was December 9th, 2002. After all that crazy talk we had worked up an appetite and ate dinner at Melito's, I had a juicy cheeseburger with a slice of grilled pineapple YUM. It was delicious. But the coolest thing about that day wasn't the meal.
James was the first one to allude to the "M" word. You have to realize, we are the people who thought we'd be single and loving every minute of it until very late in our 20's/early 30's. So this whole talking about marriage thing was almost unfathomable at the ages of 22 and 21. But we just knew that it was right, there's no other way for me to explain it. Here's his direct quote: "I'm in this for the long haul." I love it, it was perfectly stated. Those of you who know James know that this is true to his personality. No flowery language or poetry, straight to the point. I love this about him, mostly because I have the opposite tendency.
So there we were, talking about very minor wedding day things (by no means were we hiring the wedding planner and picking out china) and James had a request. He said that one of the only things he really was interested in having at the wedding was a bagpiper. At this, my mouth fell open and I was truly, for the third time in my entire life, speechless. For as long as I can remember, the one thing that I have known I just HAD to have at my wedding was a bagpiper. I guess it seems as though having bagpipes at your wedding is not uncommon anymore, but at that moment it was as if God was showing me his seal of approval by giving us this common desire.
At that point I didn't even care to read about Scotland, much less visit or live there! I think it's pretty providential that we had a Scottish flare to the day we began our married life together and would end up deciding to move there for two years. It's funny, the way life goes.