In honor of Valentines Day Kecia invited those who wanted to post the story of how we met our husbands, dated and got married. Usually when people ask how Charlie and I met I tell them we met in rehab. and they just stare at me like I'm an idiot. Then I met a couple who actually did meet in rehab. so I quit joking like that. That is not where I met Charlie. Neither one of us have ever been in rehab. (Although I need a 12 step program to help with my addiction to bread!) Sometimes I try too hard to be funny. Anyway.....here's the real story.
Many, many moons ago, when I weighed about 50 lbs. less than I do now and had only colored my hair once, I was a student at Ouachita Baptist University in Arkadelphia, Arkansas (say that 5 times fast!) So was my husband. Our freshmen year I actually "twirped" Charlie (translation for non-Ouachitonians: I asked him on a date during our Sadie Hawkins week) but he turned me down. I think he had to wash his hair that night.
Fast forward to the end of our sophomore year. I hung out every day with a great group of girls. And everyday at noon we would attend a 15 min. worship service held in the chapel on campus. Round about late February or early March of that year I noticed that Charlie was starting to sit with my group of friends, everyday. I immediately thought he had his eye on Kecia. They had been buddies for quite awhile, even sharing morning conversations over bowls of Cap'n Crunch at Walts. I probably was feeling sorry for him because I knew that Kecia was smitten with M*** ***** . Or was it M*** ******* or was it E*** *******? Anway, I knew she was not interested, and I wondered why he was showing up on our pew everyday and even joining us for lunch.
I was a little slow. It took awhile for me to figure out that he liked ME! When I actually started talking to him I realized that he was extremely kind and listened, actually listened to me. He was interested in everything I had to say. That was attractive to me.
Finally on March 29 of that year Charlie decided it was time to ask me out. But he was nervous. The whole fear of rejection thing, I guess. As he was contemplating whether to call me and ask me to go with him that evening to a campus movie, there was a knock on his door. He lived right across the hall from the vending machine in their dorm. One of the international students, being unfamiliar with vending machines, was having trouble getting his package of Doritos to fall down and needed help.
It was at this point that Charlie made a wager with the Lord. He threw out the fleece. "Lord," he prayed, "if the Doritos fall, I will call Angie. If they remain stuck I won't call."
One smack against the side of the vending machine and that bag of Doritos fell - in slow motion I'm sure. That was it. He had promised the Lord. He had to call!
So he called me and invited me to a 50 cent campus movie. The rest is history. We became inseparable at that point. Every waking hour not sleeping in our respective dorms was spent walking around campus, studying in the library or driving the streets of the bustling metropolis of Arkadelphia.
Then the summer brought a time of separation - I was a summer missionary in south-east Alaska and he was a summer youth minister at a church in Arkansas. Many dimes and nickels were spent that summer buying stamps. I still have all the letters he sent me. The separation proved only to strengthen our love! Alas, not even a month after our return to school that fall he proposed.
Fast forward........because this is already boring........we had a LONG engagement - two flippin years......then on August 12, 1989 we tied the knot - in the very chapel where I first noticed that he was interested in me. That means we've been hitched for 18 1/2 years.
So here we are, - heavier, older, hopefully wiser, and with 4 kids! And very happy.
So there's our story. Happy Belated Valentine's Day!