Well Happy Valentines Day friends!! It has been a while since I posted but this ost is not fitness related. I'm not going to tell you about dropping 3% body fat in the past month! or about the amazingness that P90X3 is. Tonight I'm going to tell you about my love story. I mean that's what valentines day is all about anyways right? Love and all that jazz...
I am starting this post late at night, maybe I have had a little too much red wine, maybe it's the fact that we have 6in of snow outside and it's still falling. That makes me like a little giddy girl again! I haven't seen snow like this in East TN since we moved here so I am beyond thrilled!
Maybe it's because I thought I might finally share my love story. The who, when, what and a where's of how God lead me to the man he had planned just for me all along!
<insert sips wine while laying in bed listening to nothing but the heat running> Apparently it's a combination of all the above.
Let's rewind to 12 years ago, a little prelude to my story. It was 2012, I was getting ready to graduate High School, HOLLA C/O 2002, and I was planning the wedding of my dreams. Eight bridesmaids, a rainbow wedding, every girl has a different pastel color dress, my dress is a halter style dress with beading on the top and a very long train. Not only am I planning my wedding but I'm planning my graduation, my wedding and enrolled in college classes and living the dream...well my dream.
I will spare you details but three weeks before the wedding my high school sweetheart decided that he just didn't feel right about the wedding. I was crushed, everything had been planned, the wedding shower had already happened and all my new stuff was currently sitting in the apartment that was to be ours. I didn't know what to think or where to turn.
Looking back, Gods hand was at work just as it always is. I was a stubborn, hard headed little girl, (I wonder where Lanie gets it) who unfortunately didn't listen to Him speaking to me. I did what I wanted then paid the consequences when I wasn't following the road He wanted me too.
I don't want to go into that harsh story because it was part of my past, it ultimately lead me to the man of my dreams and it all worked out just as God intended. I do not regret a single moment of it and only a few small choices that I made during it I am not here to talk bad about the boy/man that I was once engaged too. It wasn't Gods will and regardless of who I was with or what the situation if God didn't want it to happen it wasn't going to happen.
So fast forward to Jan 2004. I have been single now for a little over a year. I still am "looking" for my dream man but finding that I am enjoying the single life. I like the free weekends to do as I please but I also miss those long talks sharing my soul with someone I hold so close. Man how I wish I had a closer relationship with God back then.
My BFF wants to to go with her to WVU so she can see her beau. After talking to another good friend of mine who promises me a night of fun I agree to go...little did I know that night would be the start of my fairytale. I arrive at some friends house, right out schools, sweatpants and sweatshirt, no makeup and hair up. Not party ready at all but when I arrive a poker game is being place and there HE sits. Playing poker with the guys and just hanging out.
<REWIND TO 1993, I'm 9, my cousin lived beside this boy and I am smitten with him. Maybe it's his skater haircut or his bad boy persona but I have my very first crush. Only problem....he is 4 yrs older than me so we NEVER see each other on any type of regular basis. What don't go to the same school yet we only live a mile apart. In a small town such as ours we know each other's name but that is it.>
Back to 2004, I am at my friends house and within 30min transform my homely looking self into total club ready babe...then I get noticed. Questions are exchanged and I found out the club scene wasn't his thing yet I still went. I was young and long Ing to cut loose and have some fun and dance until my heart ps content.
He had just come out of a 6yr relationship also so that last thing either one of us was expecting was something that would lead to a lifelong love.
I went out. Had a blast and came home only to find out he had waited on me to get back all night...
My first crush ever had waited on ME...maybe it was the early signs of love, maybe it was young stupidity but I'm sure Gods hand was all over it along with protecting me from the other stupid immature decisions I had been making at that time.
After a phone call to him that night we ended up talking the entire night...that's it, just talking. Promise, 8hrs later I got my first kiss and that was it. One kiss, one long night of talking and realizing that this man was different than any of the boys I had been with before.
TO BE CONTINUED.....
Hope to hav the next part up tomorrow!
Love y'all! ~Mel