I fell in love in the midst of a food fight.
It’s embarrassingly true.
Yes, it involved Drew (for those of you who were wondering). And a beach. And lots of people with lots of really really gross food. Why? We were in youth ministry.
And here comes the mushy part:
He whisked me into the water, threw me in the waves. And then I kinda just stumbled and stuttered there for a minute. It started raining. Lots of rain. The kind of rain that stings. And it pattered and pattered and bounced off the ocean waves. And he told me I was beautiful. And he gave me his hand and we walked out of the water.
That was it. I knew.
And I still remember that night like it was yesterday.
Do you remember the night you fell in love?
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Awwww :’D
Absolutely beautiful. My face spread into a slow smile when I read this.
Awwwww.
Not sure I remember the exact moment. Or day. I just realized one day I’d do anything for this guy. I sure liked him enough to start going out.
I do remember the first time he held my hand though. We were walking around a lake up north and were crossing a dam. He took my hand to help me down and just didn’t let go.
He was the only guy I dated who opened doors for me…. all doors. Car doors, store doors, restaurant doors, house doors. All doors.
That was HOW I knew…not sure of the exact door opening moment though.
I remember the night I “fell in love.” Unfortunately, as it relates to this post, I didn’t marry that girl! Haha.
I’m probably one of those weird people who don’t believe too much in tripping and falling headlong into love as much as the rest of society. I subscribe more to a I’m in control of my own destiny kind of a philosophy.
I chose who to give my heart to. So it didn’t “magically” happen. It didn’t accidentally happen. It wasn’t magical or mysterious. It was practical and probably over analyzed.
That being said, I remember the night that I chose to pursue marrying my wife. We hadn’t dated. We weren’t in a relationship. I chose to give my heart to her and to put it out on the line (not in a proposal) but to just say, “hey, you’re the kind of girl that I’d like to marry, you want to do this?”
I asked her if she could see us sitting on a park bench in 50 years eating ice cream together. I said if she couldn’t then we shouldn’t waste our time. Honestly, I would rather have had her say no up front so that I could move on. Of course, she wouldn’t be my wife if she had said no!
I had known her and her family for a long time. And I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that I could marry someone like her and be happy for the rest of my life. I know it sounds UNROMANTIC and it probably is, but I knew her, I knew her character, what kind of family she comes from, and I had seen her heart for years. So, if you think about it, it kind of is romantic in way, isn’t it?
Fast forward about 4 years and we get married! Yep, I courted her for 4 years. We built a good solid friendship the first year. Then I waited…YEP…I waited on her to get a bachelor’s degree. that was a goal she had that she wanted to realize before marriage. So I waited on her.
Fun times. Any of you that know us, know that there is a bit of an age difference. I’m 75 and she’s 25. OK, I kid. I kid. but I am 7 years older than she is…so me waiting on her was a pretty big deal. I was almost 30 when I got married! EEK!
Not a big deal for some, but for me it was a big deal. I often wonder what I’d be doing had we not “worked out” and I became a bachelor again in my late 20s. That would have been weird…but I probably would have approached dating/marriage the same way.
Hey you! Want to get married? If not, let’s not waste our time! Hahaha.
My husband and I dated four years. It helped those first few years of marriage. Probably the last whole nine.
i had just gone through one of the most traumatic events of my life…i was curled up in a snail curl on the floor crying my eyes out… i felt His Presence in the room with me, His hands softly resting on my arm and i knew i wasn’t alone anymore…
ok okayyyy… not a story about my man i know. but realizing i was falling in love with God, was, for me, just as magical
hopefully the cheese meter is not going off right now
*grin* *do the wiggle dance* *grin again*
Those are important love stories too.
I love that story of how you fell in love with Drew, it will never get old to me, never. I really hope I find love some day like that and even if I don’t I will still love this story.
It involved a mid-trek-around-Australia stay at an apartment, a washing machine and underwear.
And the realisation that I could quite happily wash my (now) wife’s underwear for the rest of my life.
Of course, I was in love before then…that was just the eureka moment. I then asked her to marry me on the plane journey to our next destination…where we got a ring custom made.
wow
I met the girl who would eventually become my wife at the church she attended. I knew she was interested in me, but I was hesitant, because the last relationship I had come out of had left me pretty jaded.
But, that didn’t keep me from showing up at her church when I was home from school on the weekends. We would stand outside the church after the evening service was over and talk for hours.
But. I never asked her out.
Some mutual friends invited us to go to a concert with them one night (individually) so, they sort of set us up. After the concert was over, we were fighting the crowd to try and get back to the car, and we kept getting separated. So I grabbed her hand to keep us together until we got away.
We didn’t let go of each other the rest of the night. That night, is when I knew.
We would be married less than a year later, and we’ve been married going on 13 years now.
this made me happy.
i have yet to fall in love.
i’ve fallen in like and even in lust, but not in love…
minus Jesus.
and to be honest, for some reason i’m SUPER scared to fall in love.
but i want to!
my heart is so confusing.
Don’t be scared. It won’t be scary when it happens…
haha.. I was going to update earlier about the night I fell in love with my ex-boyfriend… but you know him! and he broke up with me in December. So I guess it’s a bit irrelevant now
Small world!
Yes, he is. He didn’t think God wanted me as his wife, so that’s that.
I’m glad I fell in love before I had to let it go and live in seclusion.
I’m glad I know it was in me.
Wow, Gitz. I didn’t know that about you… What a thought.