We spent a week in a cabin on a mountainside in Tennessee a couple of weeks ago, he and I. Eleven years ago he asked me to be his wife and I said okay, so ten years ago we were married, and it turns out that was a pretty good idea. Took us three weeks to fall in love...now we have a lifetime to figure out what that really looks like, Lord willing.
We don't have it all worked out, but we have a good thing going. We're learning what to encourage in one another and what to accept about each other, and I think that's the main thing to get in the first decade.
I met him at Staples, did you know that? I was 17 and saw him working there, he and his dreadlocks (!), and I thought he was the most beautiful man I'd ever seen. I stalked him for a couple of weeks, buying all manner of unnecessary post it notes and pens and wandering around in office furniture, and I finally left my number on his car. I was not that kind of girl, but I guess I had a feeling about this one.
He called, and we saw each other a few times and enjoyed one another's company and stories, and then I never heard from him again...we went separate ways, as people do. I became engaged to another. Chad wandered. I broke up with my fiancé and felt lost. Chad was gathered up by Jesus.
Two years after our first meeting, I answered the door at a friend's apartment, there early for a Bible study that I didn't want to be a part of, and there stood Chad, with Bible and djembe in hand (dreadlocks gone). He was there to lead the study, and so I stayed. One year later, we wed.
We never quite know how it's going to turn out. Thanks be to God, for all of it.