Day Three - Your First Love
Day Three of the 30 Day Challenge is all about my first love. Are you ready for some sappy corny stuff? My first love is none other than:
That's right. My husband is my first/only love. Sure there were dates and crushes before I started dating my husband, but they all turned out to be... lackluster. (I really wish that I could insert some few other choice words in that phrase there, but well "being a Christian woman, I can't say it"! )
As I mentioned in my previous post, my husband and I met our sophomore year in high school. I went to an all girls Catholic high school and he went to the public school down the highway. We met through mutual friends and I had no interest in him or any of his friends for that matter (sorry husband, but you know this to be true!!). As time went on, our paths crossed several times and we slowly became the best of friends. Or so I thought. Turns out, he had feelings for me. I continued on being his friend until one day in the summer before our senior year. I don't know exactly what it was, but suddenly I saw him in a different way and I decided to give him a chance. To give us a chance. Nine years (nine years???) later here we are. We are a happily married newlywed-ish couple that love spending time with each other. We are best friends and partners and I really couldn't ask for anything better.
We have had an amazing relationship save for one blip in college where I broke up with him (can you say worst decision ever?). There are some specifics about that blip that I would rather not delve in to, suffice to say, I made a poor decision, but I did learn where I was meant to be so it can't be all that bad right? Sometimes I wonder if I should have had other loves in my life, but then I think of all the things I would have missed with my husband I know that things happened the way they were supposed to. It's the Journey and the Destination, right?