One of the questions I get often is, “How did you meet your husband?”
Every time I get asked I pause and respond, “I don’t really know.”
This is usually the point that I’m getting an odd look and feel I need to explain.
So if you were ever wondering what our story is (which I know that’s what been on your mind all day, how did she meet her man) here’s the whole thing.
On April 23 1992 a baby boy was born…
Okay totally kidding, I’m not going back that far. Let me start with the how we met question.
The truth is I’m not really sure. For as long as I can remember, Colton has just…been there. I know we met through some sort of youth group function at church, and I know that I have had the biggest crush on him ever since.
He was…he was just him. He was always kind and always had smile on his face. The kind of smile that made you feel warm inside and forget that you had any problems. I would anxiously wait for the next time he would be at my church. He was a member of a different church, so his presence wasn’t always guaranteed.
Years went by like this. I mean maybe not, because like I said I’m not sure exactly WHEN we met. All I know is that I feel like we’ve just known each other forever.
*insert eye rolls at my cheesy words here*
I got my first cellphone in the 8th grade and was first able to text in the 9th. So that’s when we really got to know one another.
I’m not sure how we exchanged phone numbers, but we did and we began to talk.
We talked after 9 pm because that’s when it was free, and I’m pretty sure I used all 200 of my monthly text messages to him.
We would talk everyday for weeks and then there would be silence. One of us would be dating someone and we would dive into that relationship.
But that would always end. Maybe it was a week, a month, a year, it always ended and we picked up where we left off.
There was no flirting, there was no hanging out in person. We would just talk.
We talked about our days, we talked about our relationship problems. We talked about everything.
When I was in college I lived in the dorms. (side note, live in the dorms if you can, I loved the experience and became best friends with my university assigned room mate)
Back to the story…
In college there were many nights I would find myself walking back home from the library, from the cafeteria, or even just back to the dorm from my car.
Every. Single. Time. I called Colton. Every. Single. Time. He answered. He would talk to me until I was back in my dorm and safe and then tell me goodnight.
This went on throughout my entire college experience.
When I was on Christmas break, December of 2013, Colton texted and said, “so when are we actually going to hang out in person?”
I texted back and said, “now, I’m at Target Christmas shopping with my mom and I need a break, pick me up?”
And just like every other time I had asked him for anything at all, he said yes.
He picked me up at Target. I was wearing leggings, a rugrats sweatshirt, and red keds that were so loved they had a hole in the toe.
We hung out past midnight, talking and laughing. When he dropped me off at home, my heart was racing because I knew he was going to try and kiss me.
I quickly said, “OK BYEEEEEE” and bee lined for the door.
I didn’t even make it to my bedroom before my phone started buzzing. We texted through the night until he picked me up the next morning at 7 am.
We spent the rest of that Christmas break together.
To this day, he is still the best Christmas present I ever got.
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