Tuesday, July 13, 2010


At 19, I decided to transfer to a new college. To leave Omaha and return to my homeland. To figure out what I wanted, grow into myself, and make mistakes I would later learn from. That meant leaving the only boyfriend I'd ever had.

At the airport, we stopped in the tiny food court and Steve bought me a Krispy Kreme donut. We stared at each other from across the table as if it were the last time we'd ever see each other. I was as sad as a 19-year-old without life experiences could be, yet determined not to cry.

He held my hand as we walked towards the TSA checkpoint. We hugged goodbye and I rustled around for my ID to busy myself and think of anything but crying. As I handed my boarding pass and driver's license to the TSA woman, Steve yelled from up the terminal, "I'm going to marry you someday, Pelesky!" My tears broke free.

Four years, a college degree, other boyfriends and a baby later, he did. What I didn't know in 2002, those life experiences later taught me: that I had already met my perfect match. Something he already knew, I had to learn the long way. Sometimes it takes knowing what you don't want to figure out what you do.

A person often meets his destiny on the road he took to avoid it.
-Jean de La Fontaine


Jingle said...

wishing your dreams coming true!

melinda sue said...

when you are those millions miles away figuring out what you wanted... we always said, if you didn't come back to stephen, he would never get married. you were always the only girl for him. funny how life is sometimes, isn't it.

love you guys!

Anonymous said...

what a sweet story, thanks for sharing it.