The funny thing about meeting your soulmate is that no matter how ill-prepared or unsure you are, when it comes your way it's like nothing else matters. 16 years, 14 states, nine cars, eight homes, three graduate degrees, and 120 months without arrest for the disappearance of the chocolate bunny later these two know just how special it is to create new milestones with the one you love. Their love has allowed them to share so many special moments that only they know about and can understand, but that shape the memories they will never forget. The story is narrated by Meg.
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Welcome to the choose love podcast, a show that Chronicles the extraordinary love stories of ordinary people. Our hope is that these stories will inspire us all to hashtag choose love. The podcast is presented by Alan and Hera, your digital bridesmaid. We're here to take your squad moments, the next level and help curate your bridal style so that you can focus on love. For my first episode on the choose love podcasts, I thought it was only right to share my love story with you and it's a doozy mainly because I was the girl who never wanted to fall in love in the first place. To start, we need to head all the way back to the early two thousands when I was a tenacious and determined college student looking for a dose of adulthood, a bit of fun and nothing that resembled anything remotely drama filled or labor intensive of which I was convinced love was both until I met Steve. I didn't even know that was his name at first. I saw him walking out of the campus mail room and immediately turned to my good friend Elia and said, he looks like a guy you'd have a picnic with in Harvard yard for the life of me, I have no clue where that came from. I was not the little girl who dreamed of picnics and Harvard yard. I was the little girl who dreamed of being president. I didn't have time for silly picnics. Elias said something incredibly witty back to me, I'm sure, and then I firmly told her, that's the man I'm going to marry. I spent at the time it was more of a vision for the future as in, Oh, he looks nice, I'd marry someone that looks like him someday . I didn't think much of this brush with fate until a few weeks later when the now aptly named Harvard boy graced the halls of my dorm. I had mentioned to another friend that he had caught my eye, which I later learned was a huge mistake because she was determined to do something bold and obnoxious with this little piece of information and sure enough on a cold and rainy night in January, or at least I've decided that was the weather, it it makes for a better story. Harvard boy walked through my dorm, my friend, the bold one, popped out of her room and promptly asked, where are you going? Several minutes later, our entire basement floor of about 20 people had piled into three sports cars that didn't seem large enough to fit a couple of kindergarteners , let alone a bunch of oversaw so college kids and their piles of booze . I'll spare you the boring details about the debauchery or a lack thereof that took place that evening and say this, I spent the entire night falling in love with Harvard boy and we did five excrutiatingly long days before he came around and asked me to dinner. I literally screamed the moment he walked away and yes, he heard me. I guess that's the thing about meeting your soulmate. No matter how ill prepared or unsure you are, that you're ready for love when it comes your way. It's like nothing else matters. Fast forward five years, two cities, three apartments, and more than a handful of breakups. Later, Steve finally decided to pop the question. I was at my parents' house for Christmas and pretty bummed that we were apart as he had stayed in Austin to celebrate with his family. I was upstairs on my mom's computer. Yes. Those were ancient times where we didn't all have laptops, printing out certificates for the gifts we were giving each other. My family is weird like that. We give out certificates as gifts all the time. With my back turned towards the door, Steve snuck in and scared the living daylights out of me. That was not his intention. I don't even think he got down on one knee. There was definitely a ring. I remember that part. He mumbled something about this way or dog won't be the child of unwed parents or something romantic like that, and I said, yes. It was all very goofy and emotional and looking back, I'm just relieved he didn't rent a jumbo Tron or paint my name in the sky with an airplane. The wedding planning started immediately, but the wedding didn't take place for 16 months. Perfection takes time. People, it was held at this beautiful Manor house in Portsmouth, Rhode Island. I loved it because it reminded me of Scotland where we had both studied and because it was on the water, and I'm pretty much in love with any location that is on the water. Steve loved it because it was owned by the town and therefore had significantly lower rental fees than its neighbors. The famed mansions in Newport. I wore this stunning dress that was frankly a bit too revealing. I thought while dress shopping, my mom told me not to be approved and get the one that showed off my shoulders. Thanks mom. And I remember thinking that I was the coolest thing since sliced bread when I bought my dress because I had literally never paid that much for anything in my entire life to honor our heritage and our love of Scotland, we made all the guys wear kilts and I still to this day, remember our dear friend Manny, who wore three pairs of boxers under his kilt because it was as he constantly reminded us, rented while the ceremony itself was beautiful, it held a dark secret. Our friends and loved ones gathered around thinking that they were witnessing us legally wet each other. But what they didn't know was that we had actually married that morning on a beach and hour away in Massachusetts right after the stroke of midnight because neither one of us wanted to get married in a state that didn't have marriage equality. Remember, this is the early two thousands and because only Massachusetts allowed us to have our officiants be our best friends, which is what we wanted. We found ourselves driving the hour to the beach after our welcome dinner Friday night, shivering in the cold of the April air. We exchanged a few quick words and our best friends signed on the dotted line. It was done. As it turns out, everyone at our wedding knew. My mom has a big mouth. The funny thing about love is none of that stuff matters. You know, it does matter. The stories you create. 16 years ago, I met my Harvard boy at 11 years ago. I married him for our 10th anniversary. He framed a piece of paper on which he listed all of the milestones in our life. 14 States, nine cars, eight homes, three graduate degrees. But the thing that stood out most to me on that list was the final one, 120 months without arrest for the disappearance of the chocolate bunny. You see, that's the thing about love. Love is creating stories with another person that no one else will ever know about or understand, but that are forever intertwined in your life and shaped the memories that you'll never forget. And that is my love story. Thanks so much for listening to the choose love podcast where we Chronicle the extraordinary love stories of ordinary people. Our hope is that these stories will inspire us all to hashtag choose love. Make sure to share this show with your friends and to leave us a review on whatever platform you listen on. If you'd like to nominate a love story for the choose love podcast, email info at owl , and I'd hear at.com the choose love podcast is presented by Al and ed Hera , your digital bridesmaid. I'm Meg Wheeler and if you want to follow more of my love story, you can find me on Instagram at Meg Kay Wheeler . This is the choose love podcast. Thanks for listening.