First off, this story takes place on a trip to Home Depot. Not a very friendship-y activity, I'd say.
Second? We were diving into the Table Topics life questions, because every chance in a budding relationship holds infinite opportunities to learn the deepest, most intimate pieces of someone's soul. (You know: wheat or white, flat-head or phillips, dog or cat. Those types of things.) And once again, not an activity that I strike up with any old Joe on the street.
So there we are in the car, partaking in a Home Depot trip full of deep, probing questions, soaking in each other's presence and connecting with our heart-to-heart.
"Who would you choose to live on a deserted island with for two years?"
Peyton ponders this, for a bit too long it seems. "Chico? Noo, man. I don't think I could last that long with him... I don't know."
He was truly struggling.
"I don't think there's anyone. Nope, no one. What about you? Who would you pick?"
So I go for it, the first person that popped in my head. "Well... You."
Let's just say there were crickets. And pins dropping. And the man with the sad fiddle was about to step up.
"Oh, um, YEA. Yea, me too!" Some overly emphatic nodding and a pleased smile ensued.
"I'd pick you."
And not one to be proven wrong, the man up and married me. Now if only he'd focus on the whole Mediterranean yacht thing, we'd be one step closer to that deserted island.
LIVE THE MURRAYED LIFE