Thursday, February 23, 2012

An Epically Ordinary Love Story {Part IV}

Welcome to Bigger Picture Moments! Taking time to revel in the simple moments that make up the bigger picture of our life! The link up can be found at Part I. 

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 exaggerate the funny 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. 

Part IV: So we meet again

It was 1997 and my roommates and I were all sitting around in one of our dorm rooms. It was the night before Christmas break and we were just chilling, chatting, and probably playing games. I had broken up with my boyfriend over Thanksgiving break and had fallen into a bad habit of hanging out with a (bad for me) ex-boyfriend when I was at home. I was not particularly looking forward to going home for break. I was also apparently in a reflective mood. 

I don’t remember most of the conversation from the night, only that we had somehow gotten to talking about marriage and futures. Which makes sense when you have only a year and half of college left. What I said in the conversation though has stuck with me to this day and it still kind of gives me chills. I turned to my girlfriends and said;

“I don’t know I just feel like I have already meet my husband and we missed each other, we didn't meet or click or whatever. I just feel like he has already passed through my life”

I went home to just a normal break full of working, friends,  and working some more. New years Eve was approaching and I had plans to do what we did every New Years Eve, head over to Alice’s.

Leonard was still trying to get Alice’s attention so he dragged Goatee boy with him to the party. I was totally excited when I saw them walk in, but I was trying to play it cool. I don’t remember a whole lot of specific details from the evening I remember being so glad that I smoked (at the time) so I could go outside and hang out with him. I remember fighting over the remote because he wanted to watch The Simpson's. I remember sitting so close to him on the couch and feeling the butterflies building up in my chest, the anticipation of that first kiss, trying to sneak it in when no one was looking.

Leonard ended up leaving on his own, and the boy stayed with me all night.

As I walked home I was on cloud nine. It was the best New Years ever.

We meet that night at Panera. We went on a date to the Art Institute. We hung out all weekend. I was totally smitten. But it was only four days and then I was back off to school. I left thinking that this was a great fun weekend but long distance was hard and no one ever makes the three hour trek out to my school.

He emailed me.

He called me. We talked for hours.

One week later he came up to visit me at school. With flowers.

I knew right then that this was going to be something different.

To be continued....

In case you missed them:

Part I: The Girl in the Back Seat
Part II: The Boy on the Porch
Part III: The Boy that Was Mistaken

and coming tomorrow, the epically ordinary ending! (It's here, Part V)

*Names changed to protect the innocent bystanders


This Heavenly Life said...

Awe! Oh, the flutters of early-love! Funnily enough, this sounds almost exactly like how Justin and I met, in this post. There was partying and long-awaited first kisses on the couch and dancing and smoking and drinking, and staying the night-ing. Is this how the best love-stories begin? Lol :)

Unknown said...

No....That wasn't enough. You're teasing me now.

I could totally feel those "new love" butterflies. It's so funny that you said you hung out together everyday till you went back at school...I was the same with B2 after our first date we were inseparable. When you know ... you know. RIght?

BTW - Still trying to figure out which John Hughes actor your hubs would be...hmmm....

Alita said...

I soooo fell in love with a goatee boy, too.

I remember those butterfly days. :)

Jen said...

I just loved reading the whole thing! So beautiful. I remember the flutters too...