In Honor of Our Anniversary: How We Met

Today marks seven years since I was joined in holy matrimony with my beloved. Predictably, I will commemorate this with a blog post.

You know how when you ask a couple how they met, they will either launch into an epic tale that takes at least three hours to recount, or they will merely tell you in one sentence? Well, hopefully, I will reach a happy medium between those two extremes.

Scott and I met in the hot Georgia August of 2003. It was the second week of our freshman year at UGA, and the air was rife with excitement of: “College! Parties! No parents! Freedom!!” I met a girl named Chelsi earlier in the summer during freshman orientation and we had become fast friends. We really bonded over how much we loved dancing. Together, we could tear up a dance floor, y’all. This fateful day, Chelsi and I were primping in her dorm room getting ready for a fun night out when her roommate burst in and declared that there was a dorm room downstairs that was Full. Of. Boys. As in, boys. Chelsi and I rolled our eyes because we were independent women who didn’t go chasing after boys. Obviously. But her roommate was insistent (twist our arms) so we went downstairs to check this boy situation out.

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What he looked like when I met him. So dreamy. And he has only gotten more handsome since (I am really into the beard now). Stop rolling your eyes!

There were about ten despondent looking guys packed in a room watching the VMAs. I noticed Scott immediately. He had big brown eyes framed with long dark lashes and dark brown hair that he had let grow just enough to curl,  Adrian Grenier-style.  He immediately confidently came over to talk to me, and told me about how he was an artist, and the art works he had done. He couldn’t have presented a more romantic first impression if he had tried. I have always been a hopeless romantic (my sisters love to giggle at my sentimental tear drops they found on a certain romantic passage of my well-worn copy of The Scarlet Pimpernel) and he swept me off my feet.

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The only important question that was left to be answered was: but could he dance? We all decided to go “Downtown” (the district in Athens that was filled with bars and night clubs) to the only 18 and older dance club in Athens. We all hit the dance floor, and as usual, all of the white guys on the dance floor stood rooted to the spot with their drinks in their hands while the girls in their immediate vicinities did all the fancy footwork. All except one.  I could not believe how well Scott could dance. Any popular dance of ’03, he had mastered it. Usher could have learned a few things from him. I mean, this might be the smitten puppy love talking, but that is how I remember it and no one burst my bubble.

The rest of the night was our first kiss, talking about Jonathan Swift’s A Modest Proposal (no idea how that came up), him escorting me back to my dorm and politely asking for my cell phone number. He called me the very next day. We have been inseparable ever since.

So, that is the first page in our story together. God willing, we will have many, many more anniversaries together.

The glamor passes, but the mystery deepens, until they are made one through the deep sharing of life’s meaning in the mystery of an Eternal Love, which gave only to receive. -“Three to Get Married” by Fulton Sheen

7 thoughts on “In Honor of Our Anniversary: How We Met

  1. Laura

    Go Dawgs! How exciting to find another Georgia Catholic family in the mommy blog world. We are Georgian transplants to Michigan but our families are all still there.

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    1. sylvia.hobgood@gmail.com Post author

      Woof! Woof! Yes, we Catholics in Georgia are few and far between, but we are strong! Haha.

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  2. Chelsi

    I remember that night all to well. I remember thinking wow they hit it off super fast ! By the end of the night you two were inseparable. I have always loved you two. Congratulations on 7 years married and 13 together;)

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    1. sylvia.hobgood@gmail.com Post author

      Thanks, Chels!! And I was thinking about how your future husband was also in that dorm one floor above us!! Love you guys 😘😘😘

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