Here's a little background:
I never really dated. I had a boyfriend in 8th grade, but what is an 8th-grade-boyfriend, really? I had kissed
And, to make sure you don't think I think I'm so awesome or so hot or anything like that, there a few of boys that I really liked (often for years at a time), but they never liked me back. Just wanted to make sure that was known.
The summer after my sophomore year of college, I worked at a Christian summer camp. My best friend had grown up going to camp there and had worked there a few summers and she convinced me to join in on the fun. And I am so glad I did. It was a time of huge spiritual growth and some of the people I worked with that summer have become lifelong friends. I was completely committed to my campers and the staff and it was wonderful. But I kept getting distracted. By a boy.
Eric was, at the time, my supervisor. And he was sooo cute. And everyoooone had a crush on him (true story, but he denies it). Anyway, I could not stop thinking about Eric. And I really, truly didn't want to. I wanted to grow and learn that summer and I did not want to be distracted. I even prayed that God would take away my feelings for Eric (he didn't). Honestly, I didn't even know Eric. We didn't really hang out that summer. It just felt like a big, stupid crush. I was also 100% certain that Eric didn't like me, so that just added to feeling miserable about the whole thing.
Fast forward to the last week of camp. A big group of people (including Eric) went "into town" to hang out. I ended up in the front seat with Eric. We chatted. I had HUGE butterflies. My heart hurt. But I was convinced that I'm was never going to see him again after camp (he went to school 3+ hours away from me) and it was just a crush so it doesn't matter anyway.
After Eric left camp, a mutual friend let it slip that "Eric found me mysterious." BE STILL MY HEART. And then he called me. And we talked for 3 hours. And then that happened over and over again. And then he came to visit me. And he told me he liked me and that he was going to pursue me (!).
|One of our first pictures together (at a Razorback football game).|
Eric and I dated long distance for 2 years. We tried to take it as slow as possible - Our first kiss was about 9 months in. The longest we ever went without seeing each other was 12 weeks (Eric lived in Colorado for a semester after he graduated and I was still in school). We only talked on the phone every few days. It was difficult at times but I think it was for the best. We had to live our lives, and be present where we were. We didn't become wholly reliant on each other, which would have been very unhealthy at that point. And we trusted each other. I think we both just knew. And Eric made it clear that he was pursuing me with marriage in mind.
|Right before Eric graduated and moved to Colorado.|
He proposed in July 2008, at the ranch where we met. Four short months later (that felt WAY longer) we were married.
And no, it's not "happily ever after." I am SO happy and I feel SO blessed, but marriage is work. Marriage is a journey. Marriage is a lifelong commitment to working through everything with someone else. Of course, I am so happy to be doing this next to the best man I've ever known.