our little story
Aaron and I met at Katie's Kids Camp in 2008. I had just graduated from high school and was using my summer to volunteer at kids camps, and he was one of the Camp Directors at Katie's Kids Camp. He was four years older than me, so I thought he'd be a great match for my older sister Kriston.
Obviously, that didn't work out.
After we met, I moved to Dallas, only two hours from him and the other friends I'd made, so I was around him a bunch. We went to Rangers games, Needtobreathe concerts, and just met up with groups to hang out.
It wasn't until two years later that I realized I had a crush on him--and I started convincing him he should like me, too.
During camp, I sat in the car with my sister Erin and told her, "I think I have a crush on Aaron."
She glared at me and let some seconds pass. Then she said, "Well, we have to rename him. We can call him Sam."
Aaron, AaronMan as my family now calls him, and I dated for two years. We were long-distance, as I was still in college in Waxahachie, TX at SAGU, and he was a youth pastor in Byers, TX, but we made a way to see each other pretty often.
Some weekends, Aaron drove 2 1/2 hours to pick me up then 2 1/2 hours back to Byers then after Sunday night church, he'd drive me 2 1/2 hours back to SAGU in time for midnight curfew then 2 1/2 hours back to Byers.
In case you missed that math, he sometimes drove 10 hours just so I could spend the weekend with him.
On weekends he didn't drive the whole way, I'd ride with my friend Abby on her way to OKC , and he'd meet us halfway.
Sometimes, I'd love to go back to that simplicity of driving 10 hours just to be with one another.
We dated for almost two years, and I set him up to propose to me multiple times:
I graduated from college. (Okay, that wasn't for him, but it was a moment.)
I came back from a month-long trip to South Korea and fully expected a ring.
I tried to take us on a sunset cruise for his birthday--the cruise and the ring didn't happen.
Some of you are appalled by this; others of you are nodding your head at me, knowing me well enough to understand I would definitely try to set up when Aaron would propose. Either way, Aaron knew what he was getting into when he got married, and he still decided to marry me.
On June 8, 2010, at my mom's family reunion, he took me on a walk at sunset, and, overlooking the lake and the sunset, he told me he loved me, got on his knee, and asked if I would marry him.
I tried to push him down in disbelief.
But, I said yes and then immediately asked if he asked my dad.
Then, 10 weeks later, on a rainy day down a red-dirt road in Luther, Oklahoma, we got married.
During those ten weeks, we planned our wedding, two weeks of kids camp, and three week-long student trips.
It was the craziest time of our lives, but I would do it again in a heartbeat.
Nine months later, after moving from our mobile home to the church's parsonage--and remodeling it--we moved to San Diego and have been enjoying the beach, grocery delivery, and movies at any time ever since.
You thought I was gonna say we had a baby. We didn't and still don't, just to clarify.
On Friday, we'll celebrate five years.
Over the years, Aaron has asked me this same question: "Can you believe we've been married for __ years?"
It really is unbelievable. Our cereal dates after campers had gone to bed seem like yesterday, but they also feel like a lifetime ago.
We started this year reading Craig and Amy Groeschel's book, From This Day Forward, and decided we would try really hard to follow their five recommendations:
- Seek God
- Fight Fair
- Have Fun
- Stay Pure
- Never Give Up
When we keep these as our priorities, we do a pretty good job of loving each other for real. And when we don't, we try really hard to escape by ourselves, even if just for a drive, and reevaluate where we are.
Aarons my best friend, my love, my biggest supporter, and my partner in all things. We love going places together and doing life together, and I can't--and don't want to--imagine life any other way.