We met in September of 2000, when we were 13. I had just moved to Washington state from Texas. My family lived with CC’s family for a few weeks until we got into our house, but even after we had moved into our house I spent almost every day after school at their house. They had a neighborhood park all the kids would hang out at which is where we met. We became really good friends. In his words, “being that young I don’t know if you can call it a thing or not, but it became something.” We realized we were better off just friends, or I was just to lost in my own world, either way we stayed close all through middle school and into our freshman year of high school, then we slowly started drifting our own ways. Eventually we stopped hanging out and stopped talking, except once a year on our birthday. Yup, we have the same birthday. He is 8 hours older.
We went on with our lives, although according to him, I never left his mind, and was frequently brought up in conversations with his family and friends. We both married other people and in November of 2014 found ourselves divorced. I sent him a message on Facebook randomly asking how he was doing. We sent a few messages back and forth and then stopped talking again. Then one wine filled night in December I sent him a message telling him that my husband had left. Literately that’s all the message said, “my husband left.” He instantly sent me his cell phone number and said to text him if I ever needed someone to talk to. We talked off and on and then in February the girls and I went to Spokane for the Miranda Lambert concert. He was there working security. It was the first time we’d seen each other since high school.
On Valentine’s day I called him and we spent 6+ hours on the phone. I was really upset about my divorce and he sat and listened to me as I vented, cried, yelled, then we changed subjects and started telling jokes and talking about what each other had been up to the last 8 years. We went from barely talking to talking all day everyday. We kept reminding each other that we were never going to be anything other than friends. Well the more and more we talked, the more I found myself fighting my feelings for him. He never pushed me though and always made it clear that he was fine with us just being friends.
However, life had other plans. By the end of April he was making trips down just to see me and by June we were seeing each other every weekend. We’ve always had a very open relationship and talk about everything, so it’s no surprise that by July we had already talked marriage and kids. When we went to visit my family at the beginning of August he talked to my Dad, Brother and Uncle asking for their blessings.
On August 16th we went to look at engagement rings with the intent that I would hep him limit it down to three and then it would be up to him. Plans quickly changes when we walked in and she had me try on a ring that was completely unlike any of the styles we had talked about before. We took one look at it on my finger, looked at each other and it was done. Of course I tried on a bunch of other rings to make sure, but none compared to the one we ended up buying. By that point we were so excited and everyone pretty much knew that we wanted to get married so as soon as we got back to his parents house, right there in their kitchen, he asked me to marry him and slipped it on my finger.
So here we are… planning our September 2016 wedding. I’ve moved up to the big city, at least part time. Sure there are things that we’re still learning about each other, but that’s true in every relationship. It’s amazing the roads that life takes you down to get you where you’re supposed to be. I can’t wait to see what amazing things our journey will take us to in the future.