Saturday, November 2, 2013

Happy November 2nd!

Thirteen years, my friends. 
I've been strung up with this guy for thirteen years.  
And because I miss him so, I'm gonna go ahead and write a sappy/nostalgic story about how we met. 

I realize most of you know this story, and a few of you are actually a part of it, so thank you in advanced for letting me share it...yet again.

First I need to get a little technicality out of the way. You see, he claims we met freshman year at a basketball game {which I don't remember} and I claim we met sophomore year in drama class. Since I'm the one writing, we'll start with drama.

We dated for three months during our sophomore year. It was fun, we were kids, and I broke his heart the weekend before his sixteenth birthday {what a cold hearted snake!}. Fast forward to senior year, after we grew up a bit, dated other people, and found ourselves back in the drama room.

The fall productions were Among Friends {in which TJ had a lead role} and Steel Magnolias {which I was assistant directing}. And like every show we'd been a part of, we found ourselves staying late for rehearsals, laughing between scenes, and practicing outside at our usual place where columns lined the paved red bricks on our beautiful high school campus. I would give him rides home after rehearsal, and he would come into the Little Theatre while the girls were rehearsing, looking for his script that he'd pretend he'd lost. Our conversations changed from favorite movies to preferred worship songs, from our friends to our families. As young and naive we were then, we felt like old souls.



It's not hard to tell if someone likes you when you're in high school. You either ask a friend to ask them, or you pass them a note all folded up like an origami between classes. I knew he liked me, and good grief I liked him a lot. During dress rehearsal...November 2nd, 2000, I worked up the nerve to say "I like you." He replied with "I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel the same way."

But I knew one of my new friends had a crush on him and I didn't want to hurt her feelings. So in true high school embarrassingly dramatic fashion, my girlfriend and I hugged/cried it out in the art room and "on went the show." Ladies and gents, this girlfriend of mine became my best friend Tara, and she probably barfs when thinking of this story, because TJ is like a brother to her now. Nonetheless it's one I my favorite parts of the story.



As ridiculously embarrassing it is to look through high school photos, it makes me all warm and fuzzy because I think of us. I could tell you story after story of the fun, silly things we did at FUHS. I could tell you where we had our first kiss and where we ate lunch together; what I wore to every dance with him and how each night ended. I know when you're young you think you're going to marry everyone {at least I did}. But there was something different about us. Something planned, something that God created that stirs in our hearts even today. I would not at all want to relive my adolescent years, but if it meant going back to spend our November 2nd together, I would do it in a heartbeat. 



*love you TJ

8 comments:

  1. Awww I didn't know you wrote about out cry fest in the art room! lol the best. "I don't want to hurt you because I know you like him!" "I just want you to be happy!" LMAO we're the best.

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  2. I remember a bit of that and being like... Why aren't they together? ... And now they are. Also being in a life group with you guys later... It just made so much sense. Love you both.

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  3. you two are the sweetest, and you both look exactly the same, (minus braces) for reals! i love a good true blue love story. <3 thank you for sharing this!

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    1. Thank you Carlie! What a sweet comment...I think I have a few more greys and wrinkles now, but I'll take them over those braces any day. Xoxo

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