WE...met in Utah at school in 2004. Dated {on&off} for three years and tied the knot in May 2007. We currently live in a cozy apartment in Ohio. We are happy.
ME... from California, works from home, loves photography & design, and writes this blog
HIM ... from Idaho, goes to dental school, is camera-shy, and loves playing the guitar
THIS IS OUR LOVE STORY
-----------------------------------------written by me------------------------------------------
I always thought when I found “the one” that it was going to be epic. You know, like that scene from Romeo & Juliet where Leonardo & Claire (*we are on a first name basis) happen to be gazing into the same fish tank while a Natalie Cole song wafts in the background. My awkward junior-high eyes were glued to the screen at that moment; I must have watched it a dozen times.
But, my love story was much different
The first time I laid eyes on Chris was at church when he was making an announcement in the front of the room. His voice really made the first impression…his voice is low and manly and attractive. I was determined to date him.
The first time we kissed was awkward and sloppy. As I shut his car door, I wiped my mouth off and thought “that is never happening again.”
Boy, was I wrong.
I remember writing in my journal a few weeks later. “I am dating this guy Chris. He is a great person, but I don’t see us ever getting married.”
Boy, was I wrong.
The first time he said “I love you”, I said “thank you.”
Boy, was I wrong.
We had a rough go around. We exhausted the same conversations. I was scared to get married. He got tired of waiting.
So we had our last break up. The words “Katie, I’m done. Please don’t call me anymore.” cut me deep. But, I deserved every. single. one.
The first time we talked again was on his birthday 3 months later. When I saw him all the feelings came rushing back. I WAS in love with him! I AM an idiot!
The Next Day I told him the news and luckily, he took me back.
I prayed a lot for answers about marriage. I was praying out loud in the car one night for a sign from heaven. I wanted to know if he was “The One”. As I rounded a corner on the freeway there were the words “CHRISTOPHER” plastered in big yellow letters across a billboard (It was the name of a car dealership in town). I laughed hysterically.
Chris asked me to marry him with a red rose and a plastic ring. I said “Yes” but it felt more like “Probably”.
There was a moment for me in a simple hug some weeks after that when I couldn’t deny the peace I felt in his arms. Chris felt like home to me. That is how I knew he was “the one”.
It was then that I made a conscious choice to commit to him forever.
May 26, 2007 was the day I married my best friend.
Best decision ever.
And, for the record, we got much better at the kissing thing.
You could say, it is totally epic.