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How We Met, Pt. II

[Oops! Stephanie vetoed the first paragraph of this post!]

After a while, she moved to Denton and began school at the University of North Texas. She shared an apartment with another friend of hers who was also going to school in Denton. She also worked at Chili’s waiting tables, as she had done at a variety of locations during her college years.

At about that same time, I got a job driving a bread delivery truck for Earthgrains, and delivered bread to grocery stores, schools, and restaurants. One Valentines day, another one of the bread guys whose wife was a florist brought many dozens of roses to the truck depot with the hopes of selling them to the other men who worked there, to be given to all of their wives and sweethearts. Perhaps he overestimated the amount of affection shown by or the number of wives and sweethearts had by the average bread delivery guy, but at the end of the day, most of his roses remained unsold.

I remember getting ready to leave and going over to make a deal with him. “How much for the whole bunch?” I asked. I can’t remember how much I paid, but it was probably a deal. Always one for the extravagant display, I figured a dozen dozen day-old roses are better than a single dozen fresh ones. And so I drove out to Denton. I knew she was working at Chili’s – we had made no plans for Valentine’s day. I went to her apartment and left the bulk of roses in her room, and then left a bread-crumb trail of roses to the door, down the stairs, down the sidewalk to her parking lot. I then went to her work, and since it was near her quitting time, I left a trail of roses leading to her car and then left more on her car. I remember hiding in the parking lot and watching her emerge from the restaurant, pick up each rose as she walked to her car and got in the driver’s seat.

Oddly enough, this was during one our “off” times, and we weren’t even really a couple. But even then, as I look back on it now, I loved her. I thought about her when we were apart. I thought about her when I saw the roses and enjoyed the hour’s drive to Denton thinking about surprising her. I didn’t always show it at the time, and she didn’t always feel it at the time, but I always loved her.

And not to be outdone in extravagant displays, Stephanie saved those roses and dried them. She took the petals and (though there was not even a hint of a wedding anywhere in the future) saved them for one purpose: A number of years later, Stephanie used those petals (along with others I had given to her in the intervening years) for the flower girl to sprinkle while walking down the isle in our wedding.



Posted on Tuesday, November 13, 2007 at 01:07PM by Registered CommenterBrian Rozell | Comments1 Comment

Reader Comments (1)

I've heard the short version in person, but its so fun to read the long version, too... Can't wait for the next installment. We miss you guys. Don't work Stephanie too hard!
November 14, 2007 | Unregistered CommenterCarissa

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