Love Story:Part Two

So it's been a few days since I've posted but I have three kids now! Sorry for the exclamation I still surprise myself when I say that. Anyway you're probably on your toes anxiously awaiting to hear how my hubs made his big move in asking me out, its really spectacular. We were sitting at the lunch table, he asked me if I wanted to "go out?" (We are 14 hence we can't drive hence "going out" really means "can I call you my girlfriend and you call me your boyfriend?") Anyway I paused for the longest time(I was a snob) then said "sure." Very casual. so there you had it, bam! instant couple. Oh wait, remember I said I was a snob...

So about an hour after Justin asks me "out," his best friend also asks me "out." This next part is quite terrible and I'm not proud, I said yes then proceeded to dump Justin like a sack o potatoes. True story. That relationship lasted a whole two days, apparently I came to my senses and dumped the other guy. I then thought I was hot stuff cause I went straight back to Justin who immediately asked me back out (if you ask him about the whole incident though its still a touchy subject- fair warning). He took me back, gotta love him. However Justin and i still remain buds with the other guy (apparently preteen dating silliness is easily forgiveable- phew!) And back on track now, so at 14 Justin and I started dating. Actually we never went anywhere by ourselves, our parents drove us to each other's homes to see each other, or wed go to friend's events or school events together(parents driving) Yes very cool. A fun fact, Justin was a football player (a sweaty football uniform never looked so sexy) and I was a cheerleader- this fact will be a little cliche later on so stay tuned. 

So a few (18) months passed and then so marks our first kiss. So very smooth and not a bit awkward..... No I can't lie, it lasted half a second and we were both so nervous and obviously had bad depth perception because our lips hit so hard together we both had a bleeding lip. Our first kiss was literally a head butt. Its not the kissing in the rain or at a train station right before one of the persons leave to go save the world scenario, but its us and I love it, plus this story is really gonna bless our kids down the road. Speaking of our kiddos stay tuned for part three coming soon. 

Our Love Story: Part One

 



I love a good love story. And when I say a good love story I don't mean the Disney fairy tale Nicholas Sparks drama kind of love story, but a real down to earth kind of love story. Where nothing is hidden, where two souls, two imperfect souls, connect and find each other. Where a big God brought two sinners together, and thru His grace kept their marriage intact, even before they were new beings in Christ. Where a love story God wrote many years ago began for me when I was twelve years old.

 

I met my husband for the first time in seventh grade. Let me be perfectly honest here, I was not impressed. Then again, Justin was a twelve year old boy who still considered girls to be on the bottom of his "things to think about after football" list. The first time meeting him in our little class of twenty something other kids, he was jumping around desks like his pants were on fire. The child could not sit still! And as far as my interests in boys, I was still recovering from learning of the guys from NSYNC breaking up. I was pretty convinced I was gonna grow up and marry Justin Timberlake. I did end up marrying a Justin though ;)

 

Justin continued being goofy our first year of meeting, and we didn't talk much. He had his paintballing, video game and football playing buddies, and I had my group of girlfriends who loved watching mushy love stories and daydreaming about our future husbands (and planning our weddings.) Typical preteen girl stuff. We literally watched each other enter those awkward teenage years, where crushes on celebrities turn into crushes on classmates.

My husband would tell me the first time he attempted to relay his feelings for me was in the eighth grade, when he made a remark about my height. (I'm a shrimpcakes I will admit that.) But I did not take the "compliment" well. I wittingly responded back with a comment of my own pointing out his "chicken legs" and feeling pretty confident in my verbal bantering. He laughed and poked at my height some more, he still tries to convince me it was because he was crushing on me...but that's still up for debate. So his big move to revealing his feelings for me didn't go over so well. Don't worry, his skills got a little better the following year.....