I originally posted this in celebration of Valentine's Day 2012 - now as I prepare to celebrate 19 years of wedded bliss with the man of my dreams on April 23, it seemed only fitting to post it again. Happy anniversary to my Bobby Bear!! I love you!
How I Met My Husband: The Bunny Suit
How I Met My Husband: The Bunny Suit
Earlier this evening I received a pleasantly surprising phone call from my brother Steven. Seems my name had been drawn from a basket full of names of people who had helped support an organization called “Hearts for Autism” by entering a raffle drawing for an assortment of goodies.
When the call came, I had been sitting on the sofa in our family room, my hair pulled back in a most unflattering style, sweat pouring from my skin after a spin on the exercise bike. I wore my classic green sweatpants purchased when dinosaurs walked the planet, and my torn and tattered Beatles Yellow Submarine t-shirt purchased during my pregnancy 15 years ago, a shirt I refuse to part with…for sentimental reasons.
I turned to my husband Bob and proudly announced that I had just won a basket full of beauty products. His immediate response, without skipping a beat: “You don’t need a beauty basket.”
And that is why I am still so crazy about this guy who came into my life two decades ago, thanks in part to my job at a day care center and my ability to look adorable in a bunny suit.
Ok, I’ll explain.
While in college as an education major, my sister Bev (who is now a successful kindergarten teacher) took a job at a local day care center to get some experience under her belt. When the center needed some extra part-time help, she approached me with the offer. Although the job wouldn’t help with my goal of becoming a journalist, I figured it provided a few extra bucks and the chance to cuddle with some adorable toddlers. Little did I know that day care center would lead to my first position in the real world.
Following my graduation from Temple University with a degree in journalism and public relations, I began the arduous task of scanning the Sunday paper for relevant positions (again, this happened in the prehistoric era, career builder and monster were not even figments of anyone’s imagination yet) sending out resumes, and hoping for that phone call from a company, any company, expressing their interest.
Surprisingly, my day care experience, not my writing skills, caught the attention of the Muscular Dystrophy Association (MDA). They had a new fund raising program called a Hop-A-Thon, where children in day care centers asked people to donate a penny per hop to support “Jerry’s Kids”. Since I had worked in a day care center, the MDA felt I’d be perfect for the job!
During my two year tenure at MDA, my supervisor introduced me to Bob Weinstein, a TV director with a local station in Philadelphia. Bob had been tasked with directing the local portion of the annual Jerry Lewis Labor Day Telethon. I’ll admit, I was smitten, but didn’t think the guy even knew my name. (A true assumption, I learned years later) Bob had eight years on me, and a teenage daughter! What would he ever see in a younger woman like me?
Although I left MDA to move onto greener pastures, I stayed in touch with my former boss. So it did not come as a total surprise when she called me one day, but the favor she asked threw me for a loop. A local day care center had won the distinction of raising the most money through the Hop-A-Thon program and had earned an appearance on a local children’s show called “Captain Noah”. My former boss asked, or should I say, begged me to join the children on the show, dressed in a bunny suit!
I immediately jumped at the opportunity, only because of the slim chance that I might run into Bob while at the TV station. At this stage in my life, I had been on and off with the same guy for four years, a relationship that had become one of convenience rather than emotion. Like most women my age, I longed for a long-term relationship that would lead to marriage, children, the house with the white picket fence….you get the picture.
I walked into the TV station lobby not really sure if Bob would even show any sign of recognition. However, unbeknownst to me, my former boss had told Bob about my crush. Sure enough, he came through the lobby as I waited to go in, and fortunately, I had not yet donned my bunny suit. He hugged me and said how great it was too see me. My hopes were raised a tiny bit…now if only I could get through this performance without my Bob seeing me in a bunny suit.
I joined the toddlers in the studio, floppy ears and all, for the taping of the show. When the director called it a wrap, I retreated out the door, longing to get back to the dressing room and out of my getup as soon as possible, lest Bob see me in fully bunny regalia. I had barely walked two feet when another door opened and into the hall walked, you guessed it….Bob Weinstein! Words to describe how I felt at that moment include, “mortified” “embarrassed” “horrified” and did I mention, “mortified”?
|My husband Bob and me during a trip to the Happiest Place on Earth - happy 19th anniversary sweet heart, you are the love of my life|
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