When it all started…

It’s funny, when Sarah and I were coming up with our Cupid’s Magic contest details, I didn’t really stop to consider how I met and fell in love with Eric. In reading the stories we’ve received so far (they’re all fantastic!), it gave me pause to consider it for a moment. I know that I shared the story on Facebook the other day, but in case you missed it, here it is again.

We met almost 9 years ago at a photography conference. Eric will tell you that I beat him up. I will tell you that some of the other ladies were asking for a self defence lesson, and Eric happened to walk by. We parted ways at the end of the conference and over the next few months, we would run into each other on occasion at my photography lab, where he worked, but then I suddenly stopped seeing him there.

The following summer we were back at the same conference and I was giving massages to my friends. Eric came up and sat down to wait his turn. As I was working on him, we got to chatting and I found out that he’d left the lab, but not before Christmas. So he’d been there for the basket of cookies I delivered. Turns out, Eric has a strict policy to NOT eat baked goods unless he knows (and trusts) who made them. However, in the basket, he saw nutmeg logs, which he knew from a friend’s mom growing up. He decided to take a risk and try one (and discovered that they were tasty, so everything else in the basket must be as well!) When he discovered that this was my basket, he turned around and said, “Do you wanna get married?” We had a good laugh, but then we started dating after the conference and a little over a year later, we got married. It’ll be seven years in September 🙂

I share this for two reasons, one because I hope it will encourage you to share your story for our contest… and two, because I’m about to embarrass Eric terribly 🙂

A few days ago, I shared this post about Eric knitting on the train. Then his dad, who’s going through and doing the Great Cleanup, sent me this file.

This is Eric with his grandma on the right and his great aunt Dency on the left.


Like me, Eric “learned” to knit when he was pretty young. The project that he’s working on here never got finished. It was in his early twenties that he realized that his grandma wouldn’t be here forever, and since no one else seemed to want to learn, he was going to pick it up. So he had her teach him again. On our first date, Eric cooked me dinner and I noticed a quote on his wall, “Man enough to knit, strong enough to pearl.” It was just one more thing that we shared…

And that’s the thing about love… you can embarrass each other and still love each other 🙂

Happy Long Weekend!!!

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