I am a hopeless romantic. I always have been and would get swept away in my imagination dreaming of the perfect love story, and I always had a specific one in mind.
When I was in high school, I had a crush on this guy. I didn’t know his name, I didn’t know how old he was, I knew absolutely nothing about him; I just knew that he was an amazing guy. Partly because the only time I got to see him was on Sunday mornings when I would steal a few glances across the church to see him. I was 15, and in true 15 year old fashion, I went on and on about him to my mom after church every weekend. Well, my mom being the non-subtle woman she is, decided that we should move seats and start sitting somewhere else during mass. Guess where that was–right behind my crush and his family. Also in true teenage girl fashion (I was 16 by this time) I was beyond embarrassed! I didn’t think I had a chance with this guy, I was dating other people, he was so much older than me, he was just the cute guy at church, why oh why did we have to sit right behind him?! We never said more than 4 words to each other; “Peace be with you.”
Well, the years went by and we still never said more than those 4 words to each other. I would look for his truck when we pulled up to mass, or when it was nice out, his purple Harley. One day he rode a blue Harley to mass and I had gone to church by myself that morning and got brave and told him I liked the purple one better. He smiled and said he was riding his brother’s that day. I can still picture everything about that moment, I was so nervous! I couldn’t believe I actually said something to him! And his cute, shy smile was the best reward for my bravery. But nothing after that. I kept making my parents go to 9 o’clock mass Sunday mornings instead of 5:30 mass Saturday nights, simply because my crush went to mass at 9 on Sundays and that was the only time I could see him!
As I said before, I’m a hopeless romantic with an imagination. I would dream of what he was actually like, what a relationship with him would be like, and I slowly learned more and more about him (because my mom told people who knew him – so embarrassing – but I secretly loved it). It fueled the romantic inside of me to believe we could one day be together. Although, in learning more about him, I learned he was 8 years older than me. How was that ever going to work? But my mom said, “I just know you two will get married one day!” I laughed and told her she was crazy, part of me didn’t think it would ever happen, the other part of me knew it would.
Fast forward to a few weeks after I graduated high-school. A friend of mine, who was also family friends with my crush’s family, wrote on my Facebook wall; “So you get offered a ride yet?” to which I responded “What are you talking about?” her response…”Well your favorite color is purple.” I laughed and joked that it wasn’t going to happen unless she had some inside information. The next person to comment on that post was not who I was expecting, it was my crush’s sister-in-law saying “I do! I do!” I’m pretty sure my jaw hit the ground.
Next thing I know I have a private message ending with “P.S. I bet I could get you a ride on the purple bike” and plans got set into motion. A few weeks later, on the 4th of July, 3 motorcycles pulled in my driveway, and one was a purple Harley with the best thing to ever happened to me riding it.
I have always believed in soul mates, in true love, that God has a plan for everyone. I know God brought us together, I mean we met in church. Two people, years apart in age, absolutely no connections except for church. The funny part is, neither one of us like going to 9 o’clock mass. I liked going to 5:30 mass on Saturday nights and he liked going to 7 o’clock mass on Sunday mornings, yet for 3 years we both went to 9 o’clock mass just to see each other. Why we both started going to that particular mass to begin with? It had to have been God’s hands.
Our relationship was amazing. Confusing, but amazing. We were two very different people, I was his first girlfriend, and I was quite the flirt in high school…(it took until the 3rd date and me saying something before he kissed me, he’s a very shy guy). We were raised very differently and had different ideas about how a lot of things should work. But one thing we have always been good at is talking about it. We still had other issues though, like me saying “I love you” first and him saying it back in a knee jerk reaction only to later find out he didn’t mean it. Even though I knew he did. I had a feeling. But, we just started saying “I like you” whenever you would normally say “I love you.” Looking back that doesn’t even seem real. But I remember telling him, “You love me. You just don’t know it yet.” I still remember when he finally said it though, it was completely out of the blue. We were laying on the couch watching a movie and he said it. I whipped my head towards him with round, surprised eyes and go, “Really?!” Yeah, not the most romantic response I could have said in that moment, whoops.
The big surprise was 3 years later. I knew it was coming, every little thing he did I would think “maybe he’s going to do it now?” “maybe he’s going to buy that instead of going to Menards.” “Is he wearing those pants because those pockets will hide it?” It was constantly on my mind. And if you’re a woman, you know exactly what I am talking about; a ring. Even though it was constantly on my mind, he still surprised me, even though every single sign was there.
I love decorating for Christmas, but the winter of 2014 was when I was graduating college. I had finals, I also got a job as a teacher’s aid working on days I didn’t have class. My mind was everywhere and I was too stressed and busy to even think about decorating for Christmas. But, DJ wanted to put up the Christmas tree, which should have been a clue because he hates putting it together. Nope, I didn’t even think twice. I went to a basketball game with my mom the night before graduation to watch my little cousin perform in the Lil’ Cheer Camp, and came home to the tree already put up and the lights half way on it. Still didn’t think anything of it. He was wearing sweat pants he doesn’t usually wear (that have pockets), still didn’t think anything. Right in the middle of decorating the tree he got up and went to the bathroom, okay so he had to pee. He says he’ll hand me the ornaments and I can put them on. Seriously, how did I not pick up on anything?! Then I hear him say “this one is my favorite” and I turn around to him holding up the most gorgeous ring ever. He was so nervous he forgot to actually ask me, “Will you marry me?” so I just started saying yes and then he goes “oh I have to ask you! And I have to get on one knee!” It couldn’t have been more perfect or fit us any better. We told our family, the next day I graduated college, and we started our life together.
It may not be the most dramatic or heartfelt love story there is, but it’s my favorite. It’s ours. It’s the story of how God can bring two people together that are truly meant to be. I still can’t believe that I am married to this amazing man, that we have our sassy little SJ, and that in less than 2 months we will be welcoming little AJ into our family. I still can’t believe this is my life. I still can’t believe this is my love story.
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