On Saturday, I invited all of you, my readers, to ask me any question–anything you’d love to know about me. It must have been a busy weekend, because I only got one comment! But that’s ok, because this question was a whole post in itself.
Now it’s my turn: Tell me about your husband: How did you meet and what was your wedding like?
Staci, you make me smile. (Staci did question/answer posts last winter, and I did my best to stump her!) So here’s the story:
Dan and I both attended college at Concordia University, St. Paul, Minnesota. I was a freshman, and had gotten to know a guy named Todd in band. One night he had me over to watch a movie, and I placed my jacket on his room-mate’s chair. Later on, his room-mate came home from work, and said, “Whose jacket is this?” It of course was mine. The room-mate’s name? Dan Burns, otherwise known as Burnsy.
I continued to spend time with Todd, (how flattering for a freshman to have a JUNIOR as a friend, and a guy at that, right?) watching movies and hanging out in his room. Burnsy was a constant presence, and I knew him to be a nice and somewhat dorky guy.
That year for Spring Break, our band went on tour to New Orleans. We rode on a coach bus and every night would stop in a different city and play a concert at a Lutheran church. It really was a fun time, and as you can imagine, there were little “tour” romances here and there. I had a similar romance, that fizzled out halfway through the tour. I always sat by Todd on the bus, and he asked what had happened, and I told the truth–I had NO idea. (Men. Who knows?) So Todd says, “You know, I really want to set you up with Burnsy.” I said, “BURNSY? Really? I don’t know. Really? Burnsy?” I just couldn’t imagine Burnsy being anything else than that dorky guy.
So tour kept going, and Todd did too, keeping up on trying to convince me to be set up with Burnsy. By the end I relented, and told him to go ahead and tell Burnsy to give me a call. I went home and told my room-mate, Molly, all about it, and she said, “FINALLY! I’ve been wanting you two to get together!” I couldn’t believe it–even my room-mate was in on it!!!
When we got back from tour, it was a new quarter, so we had new classes. I knew Todd had talked to Dan, but didn’t know when Dan was going to make his move. Lo and behold, Dan and I had a class together–American Literature, I think. We actually sat together and everything. I couldn’t figure him out, though, because he never said anything about going out. So one night, Dan calls me. He was planning a trip to go visit the seminary in St. Louis, and asked me to take notes for him while he was gone. Here’s the rest of that conversation:
Esther: You want me to take notes for you? What are you going to do for me?’
Dan: I don’t know, what do you want?
Esther: Take me out to dinner.
Dan: Um, Ok.
I smile when I think of that day. Molly was listening to my end, and I’m telling you, her eyes bugged out of her head when she heard me say that. Dan remembers that too, because he was at his parents’ house. His mom asked who he had called, and Dan said, “Um, I guess that’s the girl I’m taking out for dinner!”
Meanwhile, while Dan went on his trip, I got really sick with the flu/bronchitis. I mean really sick. So sick I had my parents come and pick me up and bring me back home to recover. (My home-town was about 45 minutes away from Concordia.) That Sunday I called my phone at school to listen to my messages. There was one from Dan, wanting to know if I’d go out with him that night. It’s funny how fast I felt better! I insisted my mom take me back to school, so I could go out with him. Truthfully, I was scared, because I thought if I didn’t go out with him that night, he’d lose his nerve and not take me out at all! So back to school I went!
That night, Dan picked me up in his new truck. (Oh, that truck. He bought it for $100. You couldn’t get in the passenger side door. Nope, you had to slide in through the driver’s side. The gas gauge didn’t work. There was a big crack along the windshield. He used a allen wrench to get the window up and down. And the best feature: the whole in the floor board, where you could watch the highway fly by under your feet.) Anyway, he took me out for pizza, and I’m telling you, I fell in love with him right then and there. He was so sweet, so cute–there were so many things I’d never noticed about him! He was funny, he was kind–he was no longer “Burnsy.” Even after we got stuck on some ice on the way home, (I had to drive, he had to push the truck out of the ice) I accepted his offer to go to a movie the next night.
And the rest is history! We’ve been together ever since. (There was a short break-up the next fall, but it was less than 24 hours. I’ll just say he came to his senses…) Todd ended up being the best man at our wedding. I’ll forever be thankful to him for getting me to go out with Burnsy!
And Stacie–about the rest of your question…I’ve been saving the story of our wedding day for our anniversary post–we’ll be celebrating 10 years this year. So you’ll just have to wait until August for that part of the story. Hope you don’t mind! Thanks for asking this question–it was so much fun to write about!
And the rest of you–go ahead and ask me anything. I’d love to answer more questions from you!