Jonny & Misty Rush
This is my husband Jonny and my story. Call it fate, call it destiny, call it whatever you believe in. All I know is there's no way it should have happened like this, but it did, and I'm so lucky.
On the cold night of December 6, 2011, Jonny's buddy Jeremy drug him to a concert he couldn't afford, and didn't have time for. Halfway across town my boss Shirley was coercing me to come with her to a concert that I couldn't afford, and didn't have time for either.
His friends were staying for autographs, and my boss had to open and had left, so the friends I was with wanted to stay too. Climbing into my car, freezing to death, when it was all over, there was a knock on my window.
It was him. The guy I saw at my job. The one who never hit on me, or really even spoke much at all. The one I had an irrational crush on because he WASN'T my type.
"What are you doing tonight," he asked.
How could I have known at that moment in time, my future was unfolding... 8 years, 8 million miles, job changes, deaths, births, moving away, moving back, injuries, more concerts, happiness and tears. We've crammed a lot into such a short amount of time.
I can't wait to see what the next 8 and the next 80 will bring. No matter where we've been, and no matter where we go, it will never matter, because with him, I'm home.
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