Happy birthday, Scott!
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Monday, April 12, 2010
The beginning
I'm attempting joining the world of blogging again to share the day-to-day happenings of Scott and me with our friends and family. I think a good place to start is with our story.
At the end of freshman year (2005), I met Scott for the first time. We were sitting at a table with a few mutual friends, talking about who knows what. I thought he had pretty eyes and a great smile. He was funny, kept making me laugh and smiling that too-cute-for-words smile. But, it was two weeks away from the end of the semester. So we dropped our trays on the smelly conveyor belt and went our separate ways.
[Catchphrase after Bible Study at the Woodroofs.]
Earlier that semester, I'd been dumped and realized that that is one of the worst feelings in the world, even if it's by someone you don't have the most feelings in the world for. I prayed that, even if it meant I was single and dateless until I was 45, that I wanted the next person I dated to be the last. I didn't want to be dumped again. What I thought was the prayer of a silly, sad girl would be answered.
When fall rolled around and we came back to school, I began going with my roommate Linnea to the Seawel/Woodroof Bible study on Wednesday nights. Lo and behold, there was the funny boy with the pretty eyes. We chatted over post-Bible study snacks week after week, our groups of friends sitting with one another in the caf, and waving at volleyball games. I developed quite the crush.
[Scott's first trip to Nashville to meet the parents.]
After a month of becoming friends, and a fateful trip to Sonic where he held my hand, he finally asked me out. And over that dinner at Doc's and a $2 Tuesday viewing of "Elizabethtown," I wasn't wondering about if there would be a second date but when the fourth one would be.
By December 2005, I was in love with him. By April 2006, we knew we were going to get married.
There are a lot of great memories I'm glossing over — club functions, concerts, first trips to meet parents, Sonic runs, front-lawn movies, inside jokes, long talks, movies, trips to Little Rock, car rides with nowhere to go, and more.
We were engaged just two days shy of our one year anniversary. It was Homecoming weekend, and we'd just gotten out of that weekend's musical, "Fiddler on the Roof." I was a little tired, but Scott asked if I wanted to finish watching a movie we'd started the night before on his laptop. I said sure, so we stopped by his dorm so he could get his computer (and the ring, little to my knowledge).
Instead of driving to our usual spot, he took us out to a local baseball field where we had gone on after dinner on our second date. We had sat in the press box there for a couple of hours just talking. It was one of the first times I realized he could be the one.
Once we'd gotten up into the box (I'd noticed he was guarding his left pocket), he asked if I remembered this place (of course) and started saying lots of sweet things. At the end I was crying and speechless when he got down on one knee and asked me to be his forever. I couldn't say the word "yes," but I think the frantic head-nodding did a good job of conveying my response.
[After my ring ceremony]
A little over a year later, we were married — Dec. 15, 2007. We were so lucky to get to say "I do" in the Cone Chapel at Harding where we met. Morris Seawel married us, which we also saw as very appropriate since we first met at his house. Our relationship came full circle. I could go on and on about how beautiful the wedding was and how wonderful it was to be surrounded by our family and friends — and it was — but that day is such a blur to me.
[Seeing each other for the first time.]
I thought, "How can it get any better than this? How can I love him more than today?"
But, here we are, two years and four months into our marriage, and I do. And I wonder how it could ever be more than this, but I know it will be.
In May 2008, we graduated from Harding — I with a degree in English, he with a degree in Interior Design. That summer he went back to school to get his master's in business and began working at Regions Back here in Searcy. I went to work for Harding's Public Relations office as publication writer.
This May, we'll celebrate the first anniversary of kissing apartment living goodbye and becoming homeowners for the first time.
I'm beyond lucky to have met and married my best friend. I've spent five years falling more and more in love with him, and it's great.
I realized that one-fifth of my life has been spent with him. I can't wait for that fraction to get bigger and bigger.
At the end of freshman year (2005), I met Scott for the first time. We were sitting at a table with a few mutual friends, talking about who knows what. I thought he had pretty eyes and a great smile. He was funny, kept making me laugh and smiling that too-cute-for-words smile. But, it was two weeks away from the end of the semester. So we dropped our trays on the smelly conveyor belt and went our separate ways.
[Catchphrase after Bible Study at the Woodroofs.]
When fall rolled around and we came back to school, I began going with my roommate Linnea to the Seawel/Woodroof Bible study on Wednesday nights. Lo and behold, there was the funny boy with the pretty eyes. We chatted over post-Bible study snacks week after week, our groups of friends sitting with one another in the caf, and waving at volleyball games. I developed quite the crush.
[Scott's first trip to Nashville to meet the parents.]
After a month of becoming friends, and a fateful trip to Sonic where he held my hand, he finally asked me out. And over that dinner at Doc's and a $2 Tuesday viewing of "Elizabethtown," I wasn't wondering about if there would be a second date but when the fourth one would be.
By December 2005, I was in love with him. By April 2006, we knew we were going to get married.
There are a lot of great memories I'm glossing over — club functions, concerts, first trips to meet parents, Sonic runs, front-lawn movies, inside jokes, long talks, movies, trips to Little Rock, car rides with nowhere to go, and more.
We were engaged just two days shy of our one year anniversary. It was Homecoming weekend, and we'd just gotten out of that weekend's musical, "Fiddler on the Roof." I was a little tired, but Scott asked if I wanted to finish watching a movie we'd started the night before on his laptop. I said sure, so we stopped by his dorm so he could get his computer (and the ring, little to my knowledge).
Instead of driving to our usual spot, he took us out to a local baseball field where we had gone on after dinner on our second date. We had sat in the press box there for a couple of hours just talking. It was one of the first times I realized he could be the one.
Once we'd gotten up into the box (I'd noticed he was guarding his left pocket), he asked if I remembered this place (of course) and started saying lots of sweet things. At the end I was crying and speechless when he got down on one knee and asked me to be his forever. I couldn't say the word "yes," but I think the frantic head-nodding did a good job of conveying my response.
[After my ring ceremony]
A little over a year later, we were married — Dec. 15, 2007. We were so lucky to get to say "I do" in the Cone Chapel at Harding where we met. Morris Seawel married us, which we also saw as very appropriate since we first met at his house. Our relationship came full circle. I could go on and on about how beautiful the wedding was and how wonderful it was to be surrounded by our family and friends — and it was — but that day is such a blur to me.
[Seeing each other for the first time.]
I thought, "How can it get any better than this? How can I love him more than today?"
But, here we are, two years and four months into our marriage, and I do. And I wonder how it could ever be more than this, but I know it will be.
In May 2008, we graduated from Harding — I with a degree in English, he with a degree in Interior Design. That summer he went back to school to get his master's in business and began working at Regions Back here in Searcy. I went to work for Harding's Public Relations office as publication writer.
This May, we'll celebrate the first anniversary of kissing apartment living goodbye and becoming homeowners for the first time.
I'm beyond lucky to have met and married my best friend. I've spent five years falling more and more in love with him, and it's great.
I realized that one-fifth of my life has been spent with him. I can't wait for that fraction to get bigger and bigger.
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