This October my husband and I will be celebrating our five year wedding anniversary and our ten year relationship anniversary. Looking back the beginning of our relationship seems so long ago that it can be hard to remember what it was like before we met. I used to one of those people who would hear someone say that they can’t remember what life was like before x,y and z and be like how can’t you remember and found it to be so weird. That is until I met my husband. I now realize that when you find that person that is meant for you, things change. Your life changes almost like a light switch, you go from living without them and feeling one way to having them in your life and making you feel a way you never thought possible.
I was never the girl that all the guys flocked to. I was lucky to catch the attention of any guy and sadly those usually ended badly. When I started college I was open to having a boyfriend but I also went to college knowing that many guys there wouldn’t want anything serious. The hard thing for many girls in college, like myself at the time, was knowing how to tell the nice guys looking to marry and the ones that want to have a fling. I went through a handful of boys in the first two months of college that all varied in the different fling categories of what they actually wanted from a relationship with me. I was a bookmark till something better came along. I became the other woman when a guy lied about breaking up with a girl from his hometown. I was the the girlfriend to a guy desperate for a girlfriend and desperate to be in the sheets. To which I refused. It was at this point that I started to lose hope and took a step back from the man hunt.
I buried myself into school and faith that was so new and fresh to me. I was going to praise and worship and Bible studies. And I was actually feeling better about myself and who I was. I didn’t need some boy to define me. Then one night at a praise and worship meeting, I met him. Do you want to know what my first impression of him was? Well, he actually kinda creeped me out. He was in a old suit but his hair and beard was scraggly. I know. How is THIS guy going to be my now husband? So, actually, nothing much came of that night except our names and being able to put names to faces. It wasn’t till late October, on a Saturday, that the ball actually got rolling.
He had decided to message me on social media to start talking to me. The funny thing was that he had gone home that weekend so the only options were to continue to message him or ignore him. I had only really had that one interaction with him so I wasn’t so sure what to do. I knew one of his friends who has also became a friend of mine and I asked him about it and what he thought I should do. And his answer was so simple,” talk to him”. So that’s what I did. We talked constantly that whole weekend. If you asked me now what we talked about I probably couldn’t tell you. All I knew was as each text was sent and received I was learning more about him and my heart was growing fonder. I felt like that scene sequence at the beginning of a Cinderella story with Hillary Duff where she spends every spare minute texting her Nomad.
When Monday morning rolled around he was back to campus and I was going to see him face to face for the first time in weeks. It was obviously a little awkward at first, it was the first time I had really talked to him face to face. But quickly that awkward feeling just went away and it just felt normal and right.
Stay tuned for Part 2.
The Life of a Stay at Home Mom and Wife 
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