Ryan/Wedding

Sup readers, what’s up? What’s poppin? What’s crackalackin? Okay, I know what your thinking, ‘I get, go on with the blog’, so now I am. So today, I’m going to tell you about the person who means the most to me, as of right now, Ryan. See, I wasn’t lying when I said in my last blog about the, “I’ll tell you next blog” thing. I’m smarticles at remembering the little stuff.

So I met Ryan way back in 2002, when I was at the tender age of 17 and he was 19. I was still playing volleyball and about to graduate when our rep coach needed a ‘player trainer’. What that is, is someone who practices and trains a player individually, mainly a player who is at a higher level. They do warm up’s with you, they stretch you, they train you in skills, and they basically do what you need to do to get better. So he was mine.

I go to know him very well through-out that season, I really got to know him. He was in University for teaching, specializing in phys. Ed and English. So he took his spare time to help me out. Not gonna lie, I did kinda like him at that point, typical teenager. He also looked like Joey McIntyre, which did help a bit, but not too much. *Wink*. I think that he thought that I was some kind of little kid who he had no interest in, like those typical older men. By the end of the season we had gained a great relationship as friends, then came his girlfriend.

I was crushed when they started to date, especially when he would come and bring her along to practice and get distracted looking at her. Made me so mad. I’ll never forget at one practice where we were working on our Cardio, and we were taking a run. Usually we wore our sports bra’s when running, and put a shirt on when we’d play. So we were running side by side and his girlfriend was getting pissed. We were talking, as we usually did, and what not. By the time we finished she came up to him and had a lovely chat. She asked him why he was constantly looking at my chest as I ran, making my spit out my water a bit, and blush like crazy. It felt good to know that he liked something about me other then me as a person. (I was 17 and hormones had the best of me okay?)

Let’s just say that it didn’t end well, and my coach got a little nervous. The last time I saw him was at the ‘End of Year Banquet’. We sat at the table together with the team, we congratulated each other and thanked each other, and I didn’t see him since. The next year I went to University, with a new life, and didn’t really know anyone there. That summer I entered the beach league with my partner, Laura, one of my good friends by the way. So we’re at Q Beach in downtown Toronto for this tournament, and I saw him at the beach with his friend, checking out the game.

It was weird seeing him, since I hadn’t seen him in a year, and it was so random. The next night we went to dinner, chilled just as friends. I learned about how much his life had changed since I had seen him last. Then, in the beginning of my second year of University, we realized we both went to the same school, so we hung out a lot more. Finally we started dating in 2006. Then in October 2009, he asked me to marry him at dinner one night.


At that point he had been hanging out with one of my friends that he had actually liked a few years back, and he said he wanted to go to dinner to talk. So here I’m thinking that he’s gonna break up with me, boy was I off. So we’re at the restaurant and he gets talking about my grandpa, since he had passed in June, 2008. So we went to visit him, and at the place he’s buried at has a little pond full of fish, it’s called the memory garden. So we’re sitting on a bench we dedicated to him, and he spills his heart out to me. Then he asked me to marry him-that’s when I bawled.

The best part was that my grandpa really liked him and said that he could see us together, and that he was the one. He was right. And when he passed away, I was a wreck and lost with out him, because we were so close. He had battled cancer for 7-8 years, and he really wanted to live my life with me, and dance with me at my wedding. It was very fitting for him to ask me there infront of him and on a bench we dedicated to him. Ryan knew how much it meant to me, and I’m glad that he understands that. (Wow, I’m crying now).

I have a big family, with all the aunts and uncles, but he really does, and they mean the world to him. He’s the youngest of 9 kids, to Thomas and Ellen. He has his sister Judy, her husband Ken and their daughters Kayla (9) and Jamie (6). His sister Jean, her husband Paul, and their son Josh (8). Sister Megan, husband Andrew, their kids Nick (7) and Jenna (4). Sister Carol, and husband Dwayne, their twins Isabella and Macey (5). His sister Kate, and husband Matt, their kids Hunter (6) and Hailey (3). Mary, and Mike, they are expecting a baby any day now actually!! And his brother Tommy and his new wife Kelsey, who got married in July. See what I’m marrying into? Lol, no offense, I love you guys!!

So I can tell that we’re gonna have a good life together full of family and friends. While I’m on that note… I’m just gonna talk about the Bridal Party for a sec. His groomsmen are his friend’s Steve, Ryan, Sean, and groomsman is his brother Tommy. My maid’s are my sister Nicole, my friends Lesley and Kally, my maid of honor is Katie, my soul sister! Known her since grade 4. Love her to death. Our ring barer is his nephew Hunter and flower girl is my cousin Emma. (I’ll explain how that works later).

Well, my hands are sore and I’m pretty much done. Ryan Is now a English/male phys ed teacher, he actually has my cousin in an English class. That is too funny and awkward. So that’s really it for now, can’t wait until the wedding-MAY 15th!!! Letting you know now, so you know. Didn’t make any sense-whatever! So I’m gonna go, and leave you now. Thanks for reading, and have a great day!!

Brittany (#5)