Linking with Grace at Camp Patton.
Every time I try to remember exactly when Jeremy and I met I get really confused, which is kind of ridiculous – you’d think I could remember something like that. But apparently I can’t, so I just spent the last 10 minutes exploring this ancient artifact blast-from-the-past and looking at old blogs like this one and old pictures like these and….wow. That was all sooooooooo long ago and I don’t even know how to process it. I might need to spend an hour or seven in the near future reacquainting myself with that Memory Lane.
Anyway, apparently we met sometime in 2003, which means that we have known each other for 10 years now. 10! Whole! Years! And amazingly it feels like waaaay more than that because I was such a child then and since that time I’ve had 2 years of highschool and 3 and a half years of college and 1 graduation and 3 jobs and two houses and 1 husband and 2 kids and a whole lot of maturing. Moving on.
When Jeremy and I first “met” I was at some kind of youth group shindig and he decided to join (why…? He was in college so….not sure) and my sister and I were watching him walk across the grassy lawn from a distance and our conversation went something like this:
B: Who’s that?
A: I don’t know.
B: He’s kind of cute.
A: Yeah. He has a really strong jaw line.
This is exactly how he looked when we met but I’ve remedied the haircut, don’t worry.
The only thing I really remember about that night was that I was sitting on a picnic table eating Cheetos and I kept sharing them with Jeremy because it was an excuse to talk/flirt with him and he was taking them from me because it was an excuse to eat free food.
I think we crossed paths in church a couple more times and then I went camping with a family from our church. On the last day a bunch of people from the church rode up to the lake to have a cook-out with all the campers and Jeremy drove in his van with my sister and someone else insignificant. Jeremy and I refer to that as The Honeysuckle Day because he and I spent a lot of time walking around picking honeysuckle. Since he’s from Seattle he had never seen, smelled, or tasted honeysuckle so I schooled him. We were on the way to his car to get some Tylenol because I had a headache (seriously? I remember that detail but not what year we met?). Later that evening Jeremy and I sat and came up with ridiculous excuses to keep sitting together and talking (me scrolling through all the music on his blackberry, him promising to e-mail it to me, me getting excited because that meant I would have his E-MAIL address) and I remember looking up and seeing my pastor who was also a close friend just smiling at us with this very knowing smile. I would be remiss if I did not say that he had a profound influence on Jeremy and I’s actual getting together.
Thusly the e-mail relationship ensued, but right before that I had the PROFOUND revelation that Jeremy – THIS Jeremy who (luckily for him) I already had a “quiet crush” on as I so-journaled – was the same guy who completely grossed me out by cuddling during church movie night a little too much with his then-girlfriend who went on to hate me and then went on to lose because HAHA! He’s MINEallmine! and no I will not apologize (though I did not steal him – let’s be clear – but I did keep him). Once I got past the fact that this was the same guy, I pretty much fell in love and we proceeded to our own grossing-people-out.
Jeremy and I e-mailed and IM-ed a LOT. My parents also have always taken in “strays” as they call them and Jeremy ended up spending a whole lot of time at our house eating and sleeping and doing homework and eating and doing laundry and sleeping and eating. And also falling in love with me.
This post could get real long real fast so let me skip on ahead about three years.
Before Jeremy and I ever started dating we broke up. Yes, you read that right. I prayed about our relationship a lot and really felt that God was saying “no.” It was very sad and quite a defining moment for us but it was also probably the best thing that ever happened to us because we took the next four months of hardly talking and always crying and fasting and praying to really individually figure out who we were and where we stood with God.
Gradually we started re-connecting and four months later I was starting college and he was my lifeline. He helped me register for classes, find a good dorm, figure out the dining hall, learn how and where to park, and in general he was my sanity and my best friend those first crazy-long, crazy-hard (and in retrospect crazy-short) few months of school. We both realized that we didn’t know how to be friends without being in love and we were both praying on our own about the future of our relationship. I read the same verse twice in one day and truly felt the Spirit confirming that now was the time for us to get together. Literally, the next day, he asked me out. And boy was he romantic – there was a poem and flowers and candy and a whole lot of awkwardness and it was perfect.
Jeremy proceeded to celebrate every Valentine’s day in a way that made every single girl on campus jealous (not exaggerating). Summer after junior year he proposed in an airplane flying over a field where he had written out “Allie, Will you marry me?” Summer after graduation we got married. He is the only man I’ve ever kissed. He’s the father of my children. He’s my provider, encourager, prayer-warrior, grass-cutter, dog-walker, massage-giver, laugh partner, shoulder to cry on, hand to hold, and my best friend.
And THAT little novella is how we met, but if you want to hear the 79832759832977659832 details I left out, come ask me in person.