I met my husband during our first year at Lubbock Christian University. Like many others, we met in the cafeteria, or Caf, as we all called it. He remembers making mashed potato sculptures at that time. I know he did this most meals, I do not recall the exact first encounter. What I remember is I found an instant friend. We were as alike as we were different. We both participated in CX debate in High School though he is much more argumentative and obstinate. (Don’t ask his opinion, since he will disagree). He also claims it was on this first meeting that I invited him as my “open house” guest. Open House was a couple of hours on a Sunday afternoon that the boys could go visit the girls – doors had to be kept open and RA’s walked the halls. I do not think remember it happening that way or sounding quite as forward as he tells it. That first semester, we developed a close friendship.
During our second semester, the dynamic began to change. Again, there is a discrepancy in stories. He says I kissed him first. I completely disagree with this. He kissed me first and from that moment, I knew everything had changed. I knew I could spend my life with this person. However, life would have to wait a few years.
Peter planned to attend a different school and ended our relationship. My heart broke. In some ways, though I did not realize it until later, he became the standard by which all other boyfriends were measured. Peter and I never said, “I love you” in that short time we were together, but I felt it. I felt it with him more than others I did say it to over the years. Though he returned to LCU and we briefly dated, it did not work out then either.
Time passed and we grew up. About nine years after our first meeting, we reconnected through Facebook. Though we had experienced many things and changed in some ways, we quickly realized two things had not changed. We could still talk about anything and our connection and feelings returned even stronger than before. This time, I refused to hesitate. I told him I loved him, expecting nothing in return, but he did return that love. All of this talking happened through Facebook, text messages and phone calls. He was already stationed at Ft. Carson and I lived in Ft. Worth at the time. We arranged to see each other as soon as possible.
Even before that reunion, we talked about getting married. Afterward, we were certain. To others, it seemed we were rushing. To us, it seemed like the conclusion of a ten-year courtship and the beginning of the rest of our lives. The time hasn’t been all Sunshine and Rainbows, but I couldn’t ask for a better partner to share in the adventure.
Wedding Photo credit: Aves Photography, Fort Worth, TX
Bottom Left Photo Credit: Amy Torres Photography, Ft. Stewart, GA
Bottom Right Photo Credit: Miriam Pinkston, Visual Artist, Lawton/Ft. Sill, OK