I Met Mr. Forever When I Was 18

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I met my future husband at 18….on September 29, 2012.

Of course, I didn’t know it at the time.

Our first picture together. About a week after we met.
Our first picture together. About a week after we met.

How it all started

All I knew was this handsome stranger standing in a Michigan recital hall was also from Massachusetts (and being my first month of college, I was horribly homesick). All I knew was that he asked me to swing dance. All I knew was that his friends wanted me to join them on a midnight trip to a 24-hour donut shop — and he opened my car door and offered to buy me one.

No-shave November 2012

I had no idea that, to quote the classic musical (lol), it was the “Start of Something New.”

WHere I came from

Last night I curled up in bed watching Gilmore Girls re-runs on Netflix. Spoiler Alert: It was the one when 16-year-old Rory gets dumped by her first boyfriend. She plays it cool and goes into hyperdrive to distract herself from the pain, but by the end of the episode we find her snuggled on the couch with a giant tub of Ben and Jerry’s, sobbing. Confessions: I started crying too.

Christmas 2012

I know what it’s like to be the broken-hearted 16-year-old. But now I know what it’s like to be the happily married 22-year-old (as rare as that might be these days).

WHere we are now

Then this morning I woke up and went to write the date in my prayer journal. My face lit up when I realized I’ve officially known Casey for four years now.

January 2013
September 2013
April 2014

Four years of getting to know each other, of dates, of gifts, of tears, of arguments, of stresses, of joys, of excitement — and just over one year of marriage. It’s crazy that four years ago today, I was debating whether or not I’d even go to this college “ball.” Then I finally decided yes, I would. I got all dolled up in my — yes, really — 69 cent dress from the Salvation Army and stumbled into my very own fairy-tale.

Yes, this is just a sappy, cheesy, vomit-inducing post about how grateful I am that I met my husband Casey.

But I’ve always been a hopeless romantic! 🙂

September 2015
February 14, 2015
April 2016
Married my husband
September 15, 2015
Two Days Ago, 2016
Two Days Ago, 2016


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