Our Love Story

Hello lovelies! I'm in a really chipper mood today, can you tell? That's what happens when you go to bed super early. Sleep is a wonderful thing.

Anyway, I found a new link up! I love this one. It's not just a list of random questions, or a generic "Talk about what you want" link either. This one is hosted by My Mummy Daze. She gives one topic for the week. This week is "Love Story." Just in time for Valentine's Day! I don't think I have shared our love story on the blog, so here we go..

I met my hubby (Chris) when we were little kids. We went to church together, and our parents were friends. So we were forced to interact quite a bit. You know how things go when you're a kid.. cooties and all. We weren't exactly "friends." There is even a story about me giving him a bloody nose once. I think it had something to do with stealing my favorite toy?

Anyway, fast forward to middle school. My eighth grade year to be exact. I had invited a friend of mine to our weekly youth activity. We were playing broom hockey in the gym at church. My friend and I were standing on the sidelines, and Chris was sitting on the edge of the stage. My friend leaned over to me and said, "Who is that boy on the stage? He is cute!" My first reaction was, "Ew, Chris? No way." But as the night went on, and I kept looking over at him, I realized she was right! Oh my gosh, when did Chris become attractive? I spent the next year secretly crushing on him. He was a year older than me, so I was really excited to be in high school the next year.

When school started, a whole group of us from church started hanging out in the same area of the hallway, so I had the perfect opportunity to strike up conversations. But I had no idea what to talk about! He was on the soccer team, (Everyone knows soccer players at the hottest. Don't you deny it.) so I started going to the games after school. At school the next day, I would strike up conversation about the game. Before I knew it, we were talking every day, before school and between classes. Of course, this was before the age of every-kid-owning-a-cell-phone. So school and church were our only interactions. But after a few months, we had the homecoming dance, and it was one of the best nights of my life. We didn't go together of course. Our parents said we were too young to date. But we danced every dance together. It was heaven for my little 14 year old brain.

During high school.

We were an item, and everyone knew it. As time went on, we morphed into high school sweethearts. Everyone said we would get married one day, people started naming our kids, stuff like that. Eventually, I started feeling too much pressure, and I started worrying. Chris had been my first boyfriend, my first dance, my first kiss.. I was afraid that I was going to spend the rest of my life, wondering if I made the right choice. I didn't want to marry the only person I had ever dated. I felt like there would be too much "What If" in my mind. So I broke it off during my junior year (his senior year). It was hard, and there were a lot of feelings hurt in the process. I cried.. a lot. But in my gut, I felt like I was doing the right thing.

Fast forward another two years. I was out of high school, and I had just come out of a steady relationship. I was working at a pizza restaurant in town, when Chris came in. I saw him and took off for the back. I avoid awkward situations as much as possible. But one of my co-workers was a guy named Nathan, who grew up with me and Chris. Somehow he convinced me to go talk to Chris. I don't remember much about that conversation. The only thing I remember was trying to hide the fact that my heart was about to come bursting out of my chest. Goodness sakes, time had sure been good to him. He wasn't a teenager anymore. No sir. There was a man standing there in front of me. Wowza.

Our first photo after getting back together again. 

We started talking a bit more online (back when AIM and MySpace were cool. Haha) The problem was, he had a girlfriend. *Insert pouty face* But being the little homewrecker that I was.. I kept pursuing him. Stealthily of course. I invited him and his girlfriend to come bowling with our group of friends a few times. That sort of thing. To make an already long story shorter, he eventually broke up with her and we started dating again. Yep, I stole him from her. Judge me all you want. She is happily engaged now, so it worked out for all of us.

I vividly remember the first time I went back to his parents house. To say there were shocked to see me, is probably a bit of an understatement. It felt a little awkward at first. But then Chris came walking down the stairs in his uniform. (Did I mention he was a volunteer firefighter?) He came around the corner in his blue button up shirt, blue pants, boots, and his badge. Goodness. My heart stopped. I sure do love a man in uniform. His shirt was a bit fitted, showing his tan strong arms. I about melted in that chair. Haha. We spent every day together for the next few months. The only time we were apart, was when we had to go to work (and when we went home to bed of course). It only took a few months for him to propose, and of course I said yes! It wasn't a big fancy proposal. I told him I didn't want one. I don't like that big romantic stuff. Ick.

Our engagement was pretty stressful. Chris was up at the Canadian border, fighting wildfires all summer. So I did a lot of the wedding planning alone. I moved most of our stuff into our rental house alone too. I was pretty gloomy. But when he got back, everything fell into place. We were married on October 27th, 2007. It was the best day of my entire life. And as they say, the rest is history! ;-)

Head on over to Life of Bon today and read her group post! I'm part of the group this month. Yay! I feel like one of the cool kids. Haha. We are sharing our worst Valentine's Day stories. Vote for your favorite, and you get a chance of winning a free month of advertising! To really understand why my story is so miserable, you have to understand how much I hate romantic stuff. A bouquet of roses and a nice card? Sure, I love that. Poems, music, rose petals, and confessions of undying love? No thank you! I get so uncomfortable. I hate hate hate it. It makes me want to vomit, truly. But in contrast, I do love a good love story! Have you shared yours on your blog? Send me a link in the comments. I would love to read it!