I was engaged before Dave. His name was Juan Carlos Bautista. It was kindergarten. It lasted one whole week. I called it off because he and I had very different interests. And I was in love with someone else.
“Juan Carlos, I don’t think I can marry you.”
“Because I love Larry Mullen, Jr. from U2. I have loved him my whole life.”
“What is that? I never heard of that.”
“If you don’t know who U2 is, then we definitely can’t get married. I am sorry.”
And I unintentionally made a five-year-old boy sob on a playground in Denver.
Fifteen years later, I ended up meeting a different drummer. He would play airdrums and we would sing Where the Streets Have No Name as we blasted The Joshua Tree and traveled on I-44 the summer before we started dating. The next year, we were engaged. And then he went from fiance to husband on a gorgeous summer day in 2006. And now we have three children. And our 10 year history is riddled with U2 memories. And there will be so many more in our future. Sometimes, I just watch him playing the airdrums in our minivan full of carseats and it takes my breath away thinking how blessed I am to be Mrs. Drummer. And then I breathe deeply and belt out a chorus with my love and our adorable backseat backup singers.
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