Truth is, I never left. The business, that is. I left my family on May 16th of this year, hoping and praying that things would improve in my life. I moved to big, bad, Texas and hid out as much as I could so I wouldn’t get hog-tied for being from Oklahoma. Turns out, people in the Dallas area are from about everywhere except Texas, so I was safe from what I thought was the inevitable roping. So I took the plunge and followed my heart, my dreams, and here’s to hoping those things I wanted to improve would do just that.
Boy, have they ever.
Slowly, my VO work has steadily increased. I’ve dropped a few pounds. And most importantly of all, I met the love of my life. It’s funny how things change when you least expect it. Seriously. I moved to Texas, and in the first week, I had like six new friends…and newfound confidence. I booked jobs. And it had been a while for that.
I worked outside in the Texas heat. Whoadamn. We joke about having five actual seasons in Oklahoma: Fall, Winter, Spring, Summer…and August. And beware of the August humidity. Well, I think in four months, I have experienced three seasons: Summer, August, and August in the City. The old sayings about the concrete jungle are soooooo true. You could literally fry an egg on the concrete. But the point is, it’s a new climate and I’ve dropped like twenty pounds since being here. I don’t mind at all, by the way…because I have a wedding to shed pounds for.
Ah, yes. That other thing. The part where I met the love of my life. And no, poetic friends, I don’t mean I started having a love affair with my work, although it’s much easier to have a love affair with work when there’s work to be had. But I digress. I met Kathryn Louise Oliver on July 2nd. She’s a bilingual second grade teacher in Dallas, and is an Army Brat. Her dad was an Army Ranger and was in Panama helping toss Noriega out of power back in the day. Yeah. That scared me, too. What? Who’s Noriega? The answer is Google. Here’s a hint. He was chased of of his home by Rock ‘n’ Roll. That cool enough for you? Yup. Thought so.
Before any of you snarky people out there start talking crap, yes. I met her on the internet. We talked for a few days over instant messenger and the phone before we met in person. We met at Gloria’s restaurant in Oak Cliff, just south and west of downtown. I think I’ve left her side twice in the two-and-a-half months since…the Fourth of July and the week she left Dallas for Mexico to be with her parents before I followed her down. Yup. It’s been a wild and woolly time, and I have loved every minute. Since meeting Kathryn, I have signed a national client, put five thousand mile on my new car, and become a world traveler…well, maybe not a world traveler, but I did leave the United States for the first time. I think you’ll let me have that one. ;)
Anywho, things are blissful…except for the wedding looming in the distance. We have been doing the things that most people do in a twelve-to-eighteen month span in a little more than five weeks. What’s that, you say? I left out the details of our engagement? Well, silly me. I’ll just have to tell you.
I guess that I pretty much have to tell you all the whole sordid tale. Just kidding. It’s incredible. So that first weekend, we spent all of Friday and Saturday together. I’d say we had the equivalent of like ten dates those first two days before we parted ways for the holiday, since we both decided that we should be with our families for the 4th, no matter how much we wanted to be together. She came out to meet my aunt, uncle, and grandparents on Monday the 5th, spent two days there, and then we decided to drive back to Oklahoma to meet my Mom and Dad.
So we did. And so on the second weekend of knowing each other, we went. And 215 miles, four-and-a-half hours later, Mom and Dad met Kathryn. And they immediately saw what I saw in the time that Kathryn and I have known each other…that it was going to be the one with which I spent the rest of my life. I knew it was something special when my Dad pulled me into the garage the day we headed back and told me, “don’t you screw this up.” Thanks, Dad. :)
On the way back to Texas, a few phone calls from Kathryn’s mom and dad moved things forward even more. It was decided rather quickly that they wanted to meet me. The one hitch? I needed a passport to meet them. Oh yes. Did I forget to mention that Kathryn’s mom and dad are missionaries in Mexico? I didn’t? My bad. OK. So Kathryn’s mom and dad are missionaries in Puebla, Mexico. And they want to meet moi. So that meant that we had to get me a passport pronto, pardon the pun. Thank God for Dallas having a regional passport office.
So after a trip back to Texas, I met Kathryn’s aunt, uncle, and cousins. I got the Spanish Inquisition from her aunt, and after an our of grilling, I was given a thumbs-up. :D In the days that followed, Kathryn and I talked about the plans for her leaving town to go to Hot Springs, Arkansas to visit her brother before school started. This quickly evolved into a her-and-I road trip to meet her brother. So on the third weekend of knowing each other, I was on my way to meet more family. But wait (with apologies to Billy Mays, may he rest in peace), there’s more. On the way out of town, I had to go to my passport appointment. On my birthday. Kinda weird, kinda surreal. It went off without a hitch, thank the Lord, and off we went to the Natural State The weekend went swimmingly, and had a great time getting to know her brother, Bud.
We came back the following Monday, and started prepping Kathryn for her trip to Mexico. She would be gone for a whole week before I came down, assuming that I got my passport alright. I’ll be honest. It tore me up something fierce. I was head over heels in love with this woman, and been away from her for one day since we met. This was a huge test. I was able to hold it together when I dropped her off at Love Field on Tuesday morning. As soon as I got back to the car, I could barely drive, I was crying like a baby so.
I have to stop right here for a moment and tell you something. It is very possible to get a passport UBER FAST in America, messed up as it is to travel sometimes. Remember that I went to an appointment to get an expedited passport on Friday, July 16th…my birthday? Yeah. The same day I dropped off Kathryn at Love Field, I picked up my passport. For the uninitiated, that’stwo business days. So if you need a passport or renewal, it can be done on a quick turnaround, just so you know. The previous statement was brought to you as a Public Service Announcement.
So I got my passport on the Tuesday following my appointment. Will wonders never cease. So I was good to go to Mexico…in a week. Toughest thing I’ve done since I moved in May, lasting that week by myself. I volunteered to look after Kathryn’s apartment while she was gone. I honestly don’t think I could have ever made it without being there, seeing her beautiful face in the pictures smiling out at me. It made me feel a little closer to her, and not 1100 miles away and in another country.
So the week sucked. Then July 27th came. The day I was heading south. I have to say, leaving the country was a little scary. The morning I left, I was a walking disaster. I nearly forgot my nearly-brand-new EVO 4G in the car, and had to explain what all of my recording equipment was to the TSA folks, as well as what my CPAP machine was: “honestly ma’am, it’s what keeps me alive…so yeah. It’s pretty important.”
So I made it to the Mexico City Airport. And it was, as my best friend said, “…interesting.” That’s a euphemism if I ever heard one. :P After panicking for about 15-20 minutes after clearing customs, my beloved arrived in a shower of kisses and hugs. Man, it was a long week. But we still had a ways to go before we could settle down. San Andres Cholula, Puebla was our destination. And that was two hours by bus, and thirty minutes by car. Talk about exhausting. Roger and Marcy (Kathryn’s mom and dad), along with Bud (who had also come to visit) were there to pick up Kathryn and I from the bus terminal. It was a pleasant trip back, and settling in was wonderful. I just wish I could have even begun to understand how bad elevation sickness can affect a person. Holy moley. I was in Mexico for two weeks, and I think I had just begun to really get used to the elevation…just in time to leave. Ah, well. Que sera sera. Yeah, I know. I deserve the dirty pun looks. :P
Anyways, Mexico was an incredible experience. Socially and culturally. The marketplaces, the pottery, the food, the sights…all of those things were chronicled pretty well in my pictures on Facebook. Then there were the other bonding moments with Roger, Marcy, and Bud. Like watching The IT Crowd all together in the living room. Nothing like Americans watching British humor in Mexico, I tell you. It just seems to bring people together. That and sharing a Cuban cigar with your girlfriend’s dad, who happened to be formerly of Army Special Forces. Thank God for tobacco. It breaks down walls. (Just kidding. There were really never any walls.) But boy, that cigar was a good way to ease into asking Roger for his daughter’s hand in marriage. I’m old-fashioned like that. Result of a good upbringing. Thanks, Dad and Mom.
So yes, I asked Roger for permission to marry Kathryn. And with no reservations, he said yes. I hadn’t asked Kathryn officially as of yet, and Roger and I talked about Kathryn and I doing a pre-marital counseling course with he and Marcy. Now I know what some of you are thinking. “Is he ever going to stop talking?” Noooo. The other thing. “That is pretty confident, to do pre-marital counseling with your future father-in-law.” And some of you would be right. The moment that Kathryn walked into Gloria’s on July 2nd, I just knew she was the woman I was going to marry. So when Roger suggested the counseling, I said yes without hesitation.
So I told Kathryn about it, and she agreed about as quickly as I did. We went through the course and came through with flying colors. In fact, Roger and Marcy said that Kathryn and I were the most compatible couple they had ever counseled. That felt good. So amongst all the elevation sickness, and adventures in the city and country, with new cultural experiences and some familiar places, it just felt magical enough to pop the question. So, late on Sunday, August 8th, after a couple of especially funny episodes of The IT Crowd (like there’s a single episode that isn’t), I turned to Kathryn, got down on one knee, and in the middle of her mom and dad’s living room, in a foreign country, I asked Kathryn to be my wife.
Breath caught in both our throats, tears were shed, and finally, a “yes” broke the silence. Kisses, hugs, and laughs followed while it sunk in that we were engaged. I called my best friend, because we promised to tell each other before we proclaimed it to the world on Facebook. We shared a couple of laughs and congratulations followed. We then agreed to get together as soon as we got back. I then called my Mom and Dad to tell them the good news. They were ecstatic to hear the news, and as I expected, my mother immediately wanted to start making plans to help with the flowers and decorations, crafty person that she is.
To be honest, the whole thing probably could not have gone off any better. The rest of the story is pretty much like this: we enjoyed our last day in Mexico and came back on August 10th, me in the morning, Kathryn in the evening. I had cleaned her apartment and stocked it with groceries before her flight came in, and kisses and hugs abounded again when she hit the tarmac. The news of our pending nuptials reached far and wide, thanks to the power of Mark Zuckerberg. We set the date for October 23rd, simply because we couldn’t wait. And it was the most convenient time for our entire family, even Roger and Marcy, who will be in the States for three weeks in October, and it happened to fall (by design) on the week of Fall Break for Mom, who is a Reading Specialist for a school district back in Oklahoma.
Things have been churning along pretty well. Kathryn and I have been knocking out plans for the wedding pretty quickly. It’s actually pretty amazing that things have fallen into line as well as they have. I think God is really on our side, and he’s making things move along really well. Thanks to Him and the generosity of friends, neighbors, and of course, family. Without all of them, none of this could come together, what with Kathryn back in school every day, and me churning out VO stuff on a daily basis. It’s been six weeks since we’ve returned from Mexico different people than when we left, and yet, things are wonderful. Thank you so much to all of you out there who have wished us well, sent gifts, and agreed to witness our wedding. We can say sincerely that we wish you could all be there. Our is a small venue, and we’re going to be hard-pressed to squeeze in 150 people, wedding party and all. But we are having several get-togethers in the coming weeks for anyone who wants to come and see us and meet me (for Kathryn’s friends and coworkers), and to meet Kathryn (for my friends and colleagues).
So there you have it. The story of our whirlwind romance. I know there were details left out, but hey. It was a novel enough without them. :)
All the best to you and yours, friends. May the best of your past be the worst of your future.