It’s personal post time! Lately I’ve been realizing I need to bust out of my shell. I’m shy and introverted so this is something I’ve always had troubles with. I have no problem rocking a wedding day, chumming it up with guests and bridal party alike- getting to know people, it’s a lot of fun! When it comes to Katlyn the person as opposed to Katlyn the photographer, I clam up! I’m going to try and share more of myself so that potential clients can get to know me a little better, and so that I can grow, too! I want to start out with the story of how I met my husband. I get to hear about how so many people met their significant others, I figured, why not share my story?
You don’t always expect to meet your husband at age sixteen. Or maybe, you do? I’m sure some do. I never did. I briefly met my husband, Adam, for the first time at the tender age of sixteen. When I say brief, I mean brief. I was browsing the cd section of a Barnes and Noble with two of my girlfriends when I saw him. He was the cashier. He had on a tight pink button up shirt and tousled emo hair. I’m sure he was wearing skin tight pants, but there was a counter there so I can’t be sure. Just asked the hubs, can confirm- he was obviously wearing skinny jeans. For reference, this was 2004, and he was rocking the scene kid style that was all the rage those days. For myself, I was probably wearing a band t-shirt with skinny jeans, or a skirt with neon colored leggings underneath, flats for sure, big teased hair, big earrings, and lots of dark eyeliner.
After telling my girlfriends that the cashier was “soooo hot,” I took my purchase up to him for check out. Instead of introducing myself and asking him for his number or anything about himself, in true Katlyn fashion I averted my nervous eyes to the counter for the most part, squeaked out a “Hello,” a “thank you,” and bolted out of the store immediately. I saw him regularly when I was in the store after that, but that was our only interaction. Are you swooning? Yeah, me neither.
I began a serious relationship at seventeen and fell head over heels in love, completely forgetting my bookstore crush. About two years later, I interviewed for a position at a new Wal-Mart Supercenter opening up a few towns over from where I lived with my family. Of course I wanted to work in the photo lab, and so I secured a job there. I started working in the lab before the store even opened, and for several weeks it was just myself, a co-worker named Katie, and our supervisor. Once the store was up and running and about to open, more photo lab staff started trickling in. I remember the first day Adam and I met, for the second time. The photo lab crew were having a meeting on the sales floor, and I was running late because I had just left class from the community college I was attending at the time. I rushed in, saw an open spot in the meeting circle, and jumped in. I looked up and to my left and there was bookstore crush, future husband, Adam. I did not connect the cashier from Barnes and Noble to my new co-worker. I smiled and said hello, introduced myself, and we all got on with our day. Adam says he remembers this vividly as well. From there we became fast friends. One of the best things about Adam is that he is so easy to be around. He’s warm, friendly, and absolutely hilarious. We were both dating other people at the time, so sparks did not fly immediately.
Within the first few months of working together, I couldn’t get the familiarity of Adam’s face out of my head. I finally told him that he looked so familiar to me but that I couldn’t place him, and he felt the same way. We tried to think of ways we had bumped into each other, but nothing was concrete or felt right. When we were talking about our past jobs, it clicked for me. I tentatively asked him if his time at Barnes and Noble was in 2004 and he said that it had been. It clicked again, and I realized he was my bookstore crush! I was embarrassed but felt comfortable telling him about the whole thing. He didn’t recall the shy girl that talked to him- or really, the counter in front of him, that one time without eye contact- Uh, how could he not? Just kidding ;) - but proceeded to laugh and tease me about it good naturedly.
A big group of us became close friends at that Wal-mart, but Adam and I were always tight. We went sky-diving together, helped each other through personal matters, joked with each other, definitely played a lot of pranks on our co-workers and each other, woke each other up after some extra long breaks in the break room, and had a good time hanging out. There are too many stories from our “glory days” for the blog post, but needless to say, we had fun. We were content being each other’s buds, and I grew to appreciate and love him in the way that you do your platonic best friend.
I left my hometown and everything I knew and moved to Boston in 2008 to attend school for photography. Adam and I kept in touch, but we were not hanging out as much as we did when we were co-workers. A year and a half later, in 2009, we both found ourselves single and we decided to date each other. Our first date was at the Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum in Boston, MA. I remember walking up the stairs, staring down in wonder and bumping my head very hard on the ceiling of the next floor. He kissed the top of my clumsy head and I was smitten. From there things feel like a blur. He moved in with me just three months after we began dating, and a year and a month later he proposed to me in our apartment in Allston, MA. We got a dog named Calcifer- who deserves his own post entirely, and dreamed of our future. We were married in 2013 and honeymooned in gorgeous Ireland. There have been a lot of ups and downs along the way, but I love being married to my best friend. I know they all say that, but really, don’t you think they all mean it? I know I do.
For lengths sake, there you have it. Over 6 years together and over 8 years of knowing each other, and I wouldn’t change a thing.
Tell me in the comments, where did you meet your significant other? Were you wearing neon colored leggings like I was? I want to hear all about it!
See you next time!