The First Time I Saw Him

Being home without your husband and no pressing agenda makes you remember things like this…

It was the spring of my 7^th grade year, I was 13 years old in my first season of Track & Field. It was a cool spring day and practice had just ended. I waited along with my girlfriends for our parents to come and pick us up from “the ledge” at Thompson Middle School. The girls I was waiting with had gotten picked up so I found an empty spot on the ledge and just sat and watched the other lingering kids as I waited for my dad. It was then I saw him. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. I became fixated, starring in a daze. He was gorgeous. He was soo hot my 13 year old boy crazy self told my brain. He was standing there in a group of boys all talking. I watched as he gazed out into the parking lot and realized his ride was there. I watched him gather his things; bookbag and saxaphone. He walked down the hill and made his way to who was obviously his dad who was waiting on a Harley Davidson. He flung his bookbag over both shoulders and strapped his saxaphone to the back of the motorcycle. He climbed aboard with ease and latched on to the sides of the seat. His dad revved the engine and with that they skated on out of the parking lot. His bleach blonde hair leaving an impression on me like none other. I didn’t even know his name.

Little did I know that it would be almost two years until he’d see me for the first time…

I remember this day as if it happened just five minutes ago. It remains one of my most favorite memories.

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Stephanie Bruce

Stephanie—home cook, DIY addict, seasonal decor fanatic, and proud chicken wrangler living in a Victorian house that’s always a project. Whether I’m cooking with garden-fresh ingredients, herding mischievous chickens, or tackling another DIY, I’m here to share the fun (and chaos).