So, in less than two weeks, I’m getting married! This isn’t an intensely personal blog–frankly, I don’t normally have that much interesting to say about my personal life. But hey, sometimes things come along that are worth sharing.
Here’s the scoop. The 9yo’s dad and I divorced when she was 2. I’ve dated various guys in the intervening years, but several years ago, I had the abrupt realization that I might not meet Mr. Right til I was 50. Or perhaps never. That was when I adopted the 2yo. And that was plenty to keep me more than busy. So I wasn’t really looking for Mr. Right, even.
And then, last summer, I ran into an old college acquaintance on Facebook. I knew Ashby in college because I worked on the newspaper, and he was in the Marine Reserves and called up for the Gulf War [the first one], so I interviewed him and another Marine before he left. Ashby wrote letters back to us at the Hustler [Vanderbilt student newspaper, so named in 1888] while he was gone, and I interviewed him again when he came back. That was the extent of our relationship….until Labor Day 2007.
I’ve run into any number of old friends on Facebook, but with Ashby, there was immediately something more there. Then, the clincher — after several emails back and forth, he sent me a real, handwritten letter in the mail. Guys, let me tell you, this is an effective tactic.
All fall we visited back and forth between Asheville, NC, where Ashby taught at a boarding school, and here in Nashville. By Thanksgiving we were talking about getting married, and by Christmas, we realized that we actually were planning to get married, like, soon. Finally, one day we looked at each other and said, Umm, we’re engaged, aren’t we??
The big day is June 28.



June 16, 2008 at 9:23 pm
I’m so happy for you.
Yayyyy!!!
And the name Ashby… well that rocks.
Congratulations.
Love is cool.
June 16, 2008 at 9:25 pm
That’s such a wonderful story. And I love the name Ashby, too!
June 16, 2008 at 10:32 pm
Ohhh! Congrats!
June 16, 2008 at 11:07 pm
How wonderful!!!! Ya know…you give me hope that maybe, just maybe…
June 17, 2008 at 7:56 am
YAY!!! I just love hearing that story…
June 17, 2008 at 10:56 am
Congratulations, Laura! That is great!
Good call on clarifying why the Vandy paper is called the Hustler, too.
June 17, 2008 at 12:36 pm
The love of my life wrote me not one, but TWO, honest-to-God sonnets (and a raft of limericks). That didn’t hurt either…
We’ll be making goo-goo eyes at one another in Paris on your big day (our first trip abroad together), but I’ll be sure to raise a glass of champagne in your general direction. My wish for you both is that you cherish each other, each and every day, for the rest of your lives.
Love,
Doxy
June 17, 2008 at 2:06 pm
Best wishes — that’s wonderful, happy news.
June 17, 2008 at 6:12 pm
That is a wonderful story. You are so right about the written letters. Mine, too, wrote me letters. The love of my life. Congrats and happy wedding day…soon to come!
Jill
June 23, 2008 at 1:44 am
Congrats!!