I was 17 and done dating the blond boy– for real this time, this second stupid time. In fact, I was done dating boys altogether. They were all hormones and hands, clueless and callous about a girl’s heart, and, aside from some fun in a parked car in the dark, they were just not worth the trouble.
So when my best friend said I had to meet her boyfriend’s friend because she just knew he was perfect for me, I said there was just really no way. But she was a little on the pushy side, and my no-boys-allowed stance lacked a certain amount of resolve. So I went out with my friend and her guy, and we waited in the grocery store parking lot, which was lit with street lights and summer night air.
In my first year of blogging, I marked our wedding anniversary by writing about sticking to promises because that was about all I had to hold on to. In my second year of blogging, I marked it by telling an old, funny story of a time I’d defended my husband’s honor because I had no new stories that made me smile.
And in that second year of blogging, our marriage ended in a very real way.
Bryan and I have been married 13 years today. And I’m not into superstition, but I’m calling it Lucky 13. Because we almost didn’t make it, and then we did.
So today I’m marking our anniversary with the story of our beginning, as part of my friend Leigh Kramer’s blog series called “This is How We Met.” Because we wouldn’t have made it to Lucky 13 without this story, and I am deeply grateful we did.
Please visit Leigh’s blog to continue reading our story, More Than Kisses.