Welcome to Bigger Picture Moments! Taking time to revel in the simple moments that make up the bigger picture of our life!
As we wrap up our focus on love this month I thought it appropriate to finally share the story of the love of my life. It’s perfectly crazy hollywood style romantic comedy material, if I wanted to exgerate the fnny details. I won’t. It’s just an ordinary story of love, timing, and the amazing way God ensures we meet the people we need at the time (or times) we need them.
Photo Credit Victoria Allen
Part 1- The girl in the back seat
I was 18 years old. It was the summer between high school graduation and leaving for college. Those akward 3 months where you are on the cusp of freedom and adulthood and change yet you sit in a holding pattern, still a child at home waiting for the great adventure to begin. I had landed a sweet job as a day camp counselor and had suddenly found myself with a group of new older friends from the other (rich) high school.
Their world was new, exciting and interesting to me, an outisder. It consisted of big empty houses, hot tubs, full bars and no parents, if you get my drift. We were celebrating at one of our weekly “we survived anoter week” parties and I behaved like most 18 year olds who had a small self esteem issues would; I jumped in with both feet eager to fit in and seem cool, one of them.
This particular night the festivities had grown beyond our group of counseolrs to friends and firends of friends. I, had too much fun earlier in the evening and was ready to go long before the friend who broght me wanted to leave so I crashed out on a couch in the unused living room. Apparently there was a bit of a freak out thinking that I was passed out and was going to be ill (I wasn't). My friend who was hosting the party asked her friends boyfriend to drive me home.
That boyfriend got in a fight with his girlfriend that night as I sat in the back seat of his blue VW fox. At the time I couldn’t have told you his name or what he looked like. I got of the car at my house, thanked him and went home, not even concerned with what his name was.
That boyfriend of a friend’s friend, would become my husband in 6 short (but long) years.
Not that we had any idea as I fell into bed and he apparently got chewed out all the way home. Our path was set for us, that day and it would cross several more times before we realized t was meant to be walked together.
To be continued....
Part II: The Boy that was Mistaken
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