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?