Chapter one: We meet
You are about to read the greatest love story ever written or possibly the greatest divorce story. I'm not quite sure yet because the story is still being written. I chose to write this out because I feel that there are other people out there who need to have hope. Hope of a great relationship outstanding the horrible things that can be thrown at them.
I'm not a religious fanatic but I do think wise counsel can come from things written in scripture and I will refer to them at times. In Mathew 7:24-27 the scriptures talk about the wise man and the foolish man. When I was going throw a very hard time in life someone pointed out to me that even though the wise man built his house on the rock and did everything he was supposed to do the rains still came, the floods still rose, and the wind still blew and beat against the house. You may be doing everything right but bad things are still going to happen to you. How are you going to prepare for this event.
Now I am kind of getting ahead of myself but I want everyone to know that reads this that life does get hard but its how you deal with the storms defines who you are.
So to get back to the greatest love story ever told...
Chapter one: we meet
I met my best friend James in the fourth grade in 1996. Yup that's right! Fourth grade! We were 10 and boy did I have a crush on him. We went on to have the same teacher for fifth and sixth grade. James was a goofy looking kid. He was scrawny and had nappy hair and ashy skin. I was a weird nerd who was a tom-boy and always had my hair up in a pony tail and on the huskier side. We found out in school that our birthdays were only 3 days apart which started an annual card giving to each other every year. We teased each other and played sports together and became friends but not best friends that comes later.
In junior high we were still friends but he liked my friend and I dated his friend. Through out school we were friends in passing but never did anything with each other outside of school except for church activities. Our church had youth dances. It was fun and exciting all at the same time to be 12 and be able to dance with boys. James was the first guy that I ever danced with that I wasn't related to. I had no idea what I was doing and I put my hand on his waist instead of his shoulder and I was completely nervous. Even to this day I get sick to my stoach thinking about having to dance with a boy. I know weird right! We swayed awkwardly to Martina Mcbride's song "My Valentine". Why do I remember this? Because it was my first dance and I had a huge crush on James through out our years of school together. By the time the song was finished my palms were as sweaty as if I just pulled them out of a warm water bath. It was gross and awkward and exciting all at the same time. James became the guy that everyone was friends with. As we grew older and went to these dances more often he still would dance with me even if it was just one dance because we were friends.
In high school there were tons of girls that wanted to date him. And I am not exaggerating when I say tons. He became a very attractive young man. He looked good and had a personality that people just fell in love with. Again we were still friends in passing but never more than that. This is when the birthday cards stopped. He became more popular with people and I became more of a nerd. I sewed my very own pajama pants that had Harry Potter on them. I also sewed many other pajama pants that I would wear to school. I was in the Marching band as well as the regular band and played sports. I was still husky but I became my own person. I didn't care what people thought of me. I sang loudly in the halls and talked to strangers at school. I made friends with anyone that I could. James moved away our junior year. He was in foster care and was moved to another family in another city far from where I was. I really didn't think about him because there was so many other boys and so much other fun activities happening. I remember one day I was walking from PE to take the attendance to the front office, and I saw a familiar face. It was James. I smiled and we embraced. I was wearing my stinky gym clothes and probably would have avoided him if it were any other guy but we were just friends in passing like always. He was there at the school just for a quick visit. Nothing more was said and we went our separate ways. This may seem like a casual thing to do. In high school friends hugged friends all the time. People did it but I wasn't one of those people. I had a lot of anxiety. As a kid I didn't know that it was anxiety but I hated people, friends, and family trying to hug me. I preferred locking myself in my room and reading all day than going and hanging out with people. At school I was rambunctious and out going but inside I did have a lot of anxiety. So hugging someone like that was not a normal thing for me. You ask why I remember this? I wrote it down in my journal. That was the first time I hugged someone that I didn't feel like couldn't breathe when they hugged me. I had this feeling all the time when anyone hugged me. It was the worst feeling ever but it didn't happen with him.
We lost touch. I didn't even think about him. There was so much other stuff to think about that he was kind of lost to the wind. We both graduated high school and did our own things.
And that's chapter one! Don't worry it gets better :)
I'm not a religious fanatic but I do think wise counsel can come from things written in scripture and I will refer to them at times. In Mathew 7:24-27 the scriptures talk about the wise man and the foolish man. When I was going throw a very hard time in life someone pointed out to me that even though the wise man built his house on the rock and did everything he was supposed to do the rains still came, the floods still rose, and the wind still blew and beat against the house. You may be doing everything right but bad things are still going to happen to you. How are you going to prepare for this event.
Now I am kind of getting ahead of myself but I want everyone to know that reads this that life does get hard but its how you deal with the storms defines who you are.
So to get back to the greatest love story ever told...
Chapter one: we meet
I met my best friend James in the fourth grade in 1996. Yup that's right! Fourth grade! We were 10 and boy did I have a crush on him. We went on to have the same teacher for fifth and sixth grade. James was a goofy looking kid. He was scrawny and had nappy hair and ashy skin. I was a weird nerd who was a tom-boy and always had my hair up in a pony tail and on the huskier side. We found out in school that our birthdays were only 3 days apart which started an annual card giving to each other every year. We teased each other and played sports together and became friends but not best friends that comes later.
In junior high we were still friends but he liked my friend and I dated his friend. Through out school we were friends in passing but never did anything with each other outside of school except for church activities. Our church had youth dances. It was fun and exciting all at the same time to be 12 and be able to dance with boys. James was the first guy that I ever danced with that I wasn't related to. I had no idea what I was doing and I put my hand on his waist instead of his shoulder and I was completely nervous. Even to this day I get sick to my stoach thinking about having to dance with a boy. I know weird right! We swayed awkwardly to Martina Mcbride's song "My Valentine". Why do I remember this? Because it was my first dance and I had a huge crush on James through out our years of school together. By the time the song was finished my palms were as sweaty as if I just pulled them out of a warm water bath. It was gross and awkward and exciting all at the same time. James became the guy that everyone was friends with. As we grew older and went to these dances more often he still would dance with me even if it was just one dance because we were friends.
In high school there were tons of girls that wanted to date him. And I am not exaggerating when I say tons. He became a very attractive young man. He looked good and had a personality that people just fell in love with. Again we were still friends in passing but never more than that. This is when the birthday cards stopped. He became more popular with people and I became more of a nerd. I sewed my very own pajama pants that had Harry Potter on them. I also sewed many other pajama pants that I would wear to school. I was in the Marching band as well as the regular band and played sports. I was still husky but I became my own person. I didn't care what people thought of me. I sang loudly in the halls and talked to strangers at school. I made friends with anyone that I could. James moved away our junior year. He was in foster care and was moved to another family in another city far from where I was. I really didn't think about him because there was so many other boys and so much other fun activities happening. I remember one day I was walking from PE to take the attendance to the front office, and I saw a familiar face. It was James. I smiled and we embraced. I was wearing my stinky gym clothes and probably would have avoided him if it were any other guy but we were just friends in passing like always. He was there at the school just for a quick visit. Nothing more was said and we went our separate ways. This may seem like a casual thing to do. In high school friends hugged friends all the time. People did it but I wasn't one of those people. I had a lot of anxiety. As a kid I didn't know that it was anxiety but I hated people, friends, and family trying to hug me. I preferred locking myself in my room and reading all day than going and hanging out with people. At school I was rambunctious and out going but inside I did have a lot of anxiety. So hugging someone like that was not a normal thing for me. You ask why I remember this? I wrote it down in my journal. That was the first time I hugged someone that I didn't feel like couldn't breathe when they hugged me. I had this feeling all the time when anyone hugged me. It was the worst feeling ever but it didn't happen with him.
We lost touch. I didn't even think about him. There was so much other stuff to think about that he was kind of lost to the wind. We both graduated high school and did our own things.
And that's chapter one! Don't worry it gets better :)
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