How Ayesha Met Steve | Atlanta child and baby photographer

It’s August and for those of you who know me, you know that this is the month of my wedding anniversary. Normally, during this month I write a blog closer to our anniversary about all of the things that I have learned in my marriage. I know everyone’s marriage is different but I would impart information that I thought could be useful in all marriages. Some things are just universal, like communication. Now how you communicate is up to you but you must make sure you do it.

Anywho, I ran a poll on Instagram to see if people would actually be interested in reading about how I met my husband. So, here we are.  Back in 1994, I started a new job.  I was so excited because A) I needed a job and B) it was about eight minutes from my apartment. That was very exciting to me. Once I started, I had to attend training because my job would be providing technical support for credit card processing terminals.

There were about 10-12 people in the class, one of which was my future husband. He was already an employee there but had decided to do some cross-training outside of his department for extra money. I remember catching glimpses of him during class. I found him quite attractive. The thing about the attraction is that it seemed that it was more than skin deep. What I mean is, my attraction to him seemed to be on the level of soul to soul. I wasn’t lusting after him. It was just something much deeper and more profound than I had ever experienced.

During a break in the class, I asked one of the people in the class about him. She told me she was his best friend (that’s not what he said) and that he was currently in a relationship. To be honest, that hurt my feelings. The weird thing is that normally when I find out that a man that I’m interested in has a significant other, I lose all interest in them. Not this time.

At this point, it probably sounds like I’m a man stealer. I can assure you, that is not the case. Even though I knew that I couldn’t express my interest, which is not a normal thing for me to do anyway, I still had this deep desire to talk to him. Just say, hi or something. So, at the beginning of the last break, I knew I had to say something while I still had the nerve. Part of the training involved learning how to print reports on the terminals. As we all get up to take a break, I politely ask if he would like for me to throw his paper away since I’m throwing mine away. He said, yes and that was the beginning.

No, it’s probably not the most exciting story but that’s all I’ve got right now. But this is just the beginning of our story. Stay tuned for next week if you want to find out more.

“The remarkable thing about life quite often is meeting people you feel you were destined to meet.” ~ Ray Bradbury