The night I met my husband, Stephen, at a Halloween wedding. It's a blurry pic, but the only one I have.
Although Halloween has always been a fun and celebrated holiday my entire life, nothing beats the Halloween of 2009. I was a bridesmaid in my cousin’s wedding who was getting married on Halloween. She and her fiancé were definitely more eccentric than most people I knew; they both were adorned with tattoos and piercings. Her wedding dress had red lace through it, although different, it was a beautiful dress.
My now husband was roommates in college with her fiancé. When he found out his ol’ roommate was getting married on Halloween, he knew it was going to be an event that he didn’t want to miss and that he wanted to be a part of it. He asked his friend if they had ushers for the wedding, which he did not. My now husband said, “you do now” and gathered three others of their friends to be ushers. What he assumed would be this fun and crazy wedding exceeded his expectations. Never did my husband expect to meet . . . me.
After the wedding, we all piled into the limo and were off to take pictures. I was wearing a black and white bridesmaid’s dress . . . with a black spider necklace, not that that detail was important but definitely worthy of sharing. My husband was wearing a black and red zoot suit – think 1940’s. He was holding a bottle of champagne and asked if I wanted a glass. Shortly after jamming to BonJovi’s Living on a Prayer, we locked eyes. It was one of those long-eye holds where neither wanted to look away.
During the limo ride, another bridesmaid and myself challenged him and another usher to a “dance off” at the reception. Once at the reception, now in costumes, the bridal party hit the dancefloor. Within moments, someone grabbed my hand and twirled me and dipped me. Little did I know how good of a dancer all of these men were. We danced all night.
Two days later, my husband and I had our first date. Two weeks later, he asked for my hand in marriage. Fourteen months later, we were married on New Years’ Day. It was 1-1-11 because he was the one. Here we are about to celebrate 11 years of marriage. Needless to say, that was my most magical Halloween.
Originally published for A Magical Halloween Book Tour on October 11, 2011 @ Gina Rae Mitchell's blog.