Bonfires and Bluejeans

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It’s Hey Day ‘Round Here

on October 3, 2013

Yesterday passed without anyone giving it much thought, I’m sure.  Maybe there were a few birthdays, or anniversaries.  Maybe yesterday was a day of somber remembrance for others.  Each day holds something significant for somebody.  Overwhelming a bit, if you think about it.  I’m going to go out on a limb here, and figure that yesterday passed without the vast majority of people realizing that it was International Hey Day.  Yup.  Big day ’round these parts.

Hey Day celebrates the spirit of stepping outside of your box, trying something new, acting like a completely awkward dork, and being rewarded for all of it the rest of your life.  Who wouldn’t want to honor and revere a day full of such meaning?  While the day probably flew by in a flurry of busy activities, work deadlines, and cramming to get to-do lists completed before hitting the proverbial bedtime wall, the day has become a wonderful point in the year for the hubs and I to stop our busy lives and just reflect.  And laugh a little bit.  Ok…a lot.  At me.

Had you told me that three years ago, on October 2nd, I was going to be meeting the person who not only is the love of my life and keeper of my heart, but best buddy through thick and thin, I would have told you to go jump in a lake.  Or something like that.  Probably would have just rolled my eyes at you. 🙂  Not really in the mood during that particular stretch of time in my life to be out and about meeting new people, I decided to jump waay out of the box and head over to a get together.  Where I seriously only knew 2 people.  Out of like 300.  Okay, maybe 50.  But it really felt more like 300.  Normally not one to worry about meeting new people or going to events, during that time I just hadn’t been in the mood.  I was going through a period of living in my shell, so to speak.  So, after a seriously busy day of pumpkin patchin’ it up with the kids, we loaded up the truck and headed over to the good ‘ol hoe down.  (Sounds better said that way, huh?)  I was wore smooth out from not feeling well, the kids were wore smooth out from playing, and we were not going to stay very long.  Uh huh.  Famous last words.

And thus…the birth of Hey Day.  There, in the midst of all of those strangers, stood the most glorious sight I had ever laid my weary eyes upon.  Ok…dramatic a tiny bit.  But still.  He was the tallest drink of water I had ever seen.  And, in my smoothest of ways, I made a huge dork of myself.  In only the way that I can.  Cause I’m good at it like that, I guess.  How?  One word.  And one word only.  Hey.  But it wasn’t so much the word that catapulted me to a level of dorkdom that I had only aspired to attain before.  It was the obnoxious way in which I managed to mutter it out.  Not so much mutter, really.  Croak.  Yeah.  C-r-o-a-k.  What I felt I was going to literally do.  Cause it wasn’t the cute, bat my eyes and flip my hair in that flirty way every girl, deep down, dreams of acting in the presence of a potential suitor.  Naw.  There’s always that one girl who manages to act a fool.  And what did he do?  Besides probably laugh and roll his eyes at this cute little dork wearing a flannel shirt and jeans.  What can I say?  I did look kinda cute. 🙂  Say hey back.  In the dreamiest of voices.  He didn’t croak…he was so smooth.  For whatever reason (probably a flying football coming at my head or something totally uncool like that) we parted ways.  Walked on.  Yeah.  That was it.  Totally thought I blew my chances.

Not one to chase, I just chalked that one up lost to my proverbial weirdness and just didn’t think he could handle it.  Boy howdy was I wrong!  Three years later…here we be.  Celebrating the most awkward of moments between two strangers.  Not romcom material, for sure, but just what the two of us needed, in God’ perfect timing of course.  Several funny stories and favorite memories later, we finally found each other.  And not a moment too soon.

I have to be honest here.  Hey Day is really a two day, two part celebration of sorts.  Why, you may ask?  Because.  I married somebody who makes a point to try and confuse me and has honed it down to a fine skill.  It’s an art, and he is so good at it.  For so long now, he has argued that it was actually October 3rd (that was a Sunday) and not the 2nd.  Each time causing me to pull up Google…cause that is the end all to all discrepancies in our conversations.  I made the executive decision to extend the celebration to cover both days.  In case he forgot again what day is actually was.  Cause I’m all kinds of awesome like that. 🙂

While Hey Day 1 and 2 has probably passed in your life with nary a peep, it made a significant enough impact on ours.  Huge impact.  Crater in the earth impact.  I appreciate the fact that he was able to look past all of my dorkyness and seriously awkward ways and see the potential in me.  So much more than I could ever see in myself.  Having him as my husband is a blessing that there just isn’t words enough to explain my gratitude for.  And the fact that he’s willing to remember Hey Day and it’s significance for us…and the impact it made on our future…and be willing to overlook my awkward introduction into his life…well that’s all just icing on the cake!


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