I was talking to Sulimb the other day and we came to a realization. Those of you that now make up this wonderful web of friends that are there for me, rejoice with me, support me, and pray for me don’t know who I am.
So I have decided that I am going to tell my story. I am going to use this blog to record a little of my history, some of my stories from my childhood and from my marriage. Who I am now, who I was, who I hope to become. No worries it won’t be every entry just here and there. So I have decided to begin tonight with an entry about my husband. This is the story of how we met…. both times.
My Story Chapter 1: How we met
First let me say that my story is at best unusual. My husband and I have know each other literally before either of us can remember. Our fathers (and mothers) played softball together when they were teenagers. When I was but a twinkle in my father’s eye my uncle started a church called Faith Family. My parents and his parents were 2 of the first four families that joined this new church.
Our whole lives we were sweethearts he was my boyfriend for as long as I can remember. You know the cute kind. We held hands on the playground and went everywhere together. His best friend and my best friend were an ‘item’ too. We went everywhere together, the four of us, his best friend ended up being my husbands best man and she was my maid of honor.
When I was seven he won my heart. Not just my hand. We were sitting on top of a gate in the church yard waiting for Sunday night service to start, watching the sunset. I sighed and said that I had always (at seven hahaha) wanted my wedding to be red, orange, and yellow to match a sunset. He looked deep into my eyes and said, “No it has to be blue to match your eyes.” Ahh how cheesy sweet. So that was it, I was in love.
Things went how things will go and when I was twelve my family made a gut wrenching decission to leave the church. Two years later the church broke up and we, this wonderful extended family were scattered to the winds.
I saw him once at a wedding. He was going away to boot camp and I was engaged. I saw him and my heart broke a little. He was standing there talking to a group of boys I had known my whole life and I was too shy to say hello. I can’t express to you how afraid of him I was. After all that we had done together as children, the friendship we had, what would he think of me? So I didn’t speak to him. Here he was the love of my life that little boy who wanted me to have a blue wedding. But it was not to be we had seperate lives.
One year later. I was living in my parents back yard in a travel trailer. The ultimate freedom. My best friend was living with me at the time. We were sitting there watching TV on a Friday afternoon and she gots a call from a family member. A few minutes later she turns to look at me and says, “Courtney, Ryan Laube” Amazingly I get this huge goofy grin and go bright red. She laughs and says, “That’s what I thought! Apparently his mom wants you to go to thier church on Sunday. Ryan saw you at a softball game a few weeks ago and told his mom that if you went to his church he would go more often.”
And so I went. It was the usual cute teenage bantering (after church of course) but after a little time he asked if I would go to the mall with him. I went. He watched me the whole time and I must admit I watched him. After an hour or so we decided to go home and I was in the truck driving away and he ran out in front of it. His eyes met mine and as cheesy as it sounds it was like my soul recognizing it’s soul mate. I could see the little boy that was my puppy love and my heart flipped over and then flopped. I knew in that moment that this was it. He was it. To bad I was driving the whole time. I ran him over. Good thing I was in a truck!!!
He told me later that it was the same for him though I’m sure with less drama. He also told me that when he saw me at that wedding that he wanted to ask me out then and there but he found out that I was engaged so he didn’t even talk to me. He was afraid that he would say something he shouldn’t.
And so it began. This life we have together.
……………………..To Be Continued……………………….