I, along with every other female {and some males} in America love a good love story so I thought why not kick this Wedding Wednesday off with mine and my honey's love story. I've written five parts to it on our Wedding Wire site so far but I've never shared here, so for the love obsessed ladies {and gentlemen-maybe?} here is our story. Or at least parts one and two.
The Bride :
PART 1
We met 13 years ago through a mutual friend. The first time I met him I remember thinking he was so good looking. I can't tell you what he was wearing like he can tell you about me but I can tell you I was attracted to him but I was always too shy to say anything. As I got to know him I realized he was a genuinely good person, too. He was always so kind and helpful to everyone, which only made me like him more. I never knew he was interested in me in anything other than a friend and vice versa so we went on with our lives but always kept in touch, in fact, he became my best guy friend. He got married and I dated a number of guys who were all wrong for me, he was my voice of reason through those relationships. He always told me never settle, good thing I listened.
A year ago in December he called me up and told me he was getting divorced. I was in a relationship I wasn't happy in so I broke up with that boyfriend and was conveniently single, too. We decided to go on a "date" on Saturday, December 15th, 2013. I thought we were just going out as friends but to be honest I had high hopes that this was going to go somewhere besides a friendship.
PART 2
Saturday, December 15th came and I was a nervous wreck. Even though I was going on a "date" with my best friend something was different. I had butterflies like i'd never had before, especially not with him. Don't get me wrong, I always looked forward to and was excited when I got to see him. Anytime with my best friend was awesome but this time it was just different. He picked me up around 6 in his big black truck, came inside and said Hi to my Mama and Dylan then we were off on our "date". I remember what he wore, the way he smelled, even the song playing on the radio. It was one of those moments you don't forget. Our conversation in the truck was about the same as it is today when it comes to where to go, I believe that's because we're both just happy to be together, it doesn't matter where we go or what we do, we have fun. As I recall the conversation went something like this...
ALEX-Where do you want to eat?
ME-I don't know.
ALEX-What are you in the mood for?
ME-I'll find something to eat no matter where we go.
Somehow we ended up at O'Charley's. I remember sitting across from him in the booth in awe of him and the way his smile seemed to light up the room. The first time i'd seen a smile since he called me and told me the bad news. We talked a lot, he told me how he was thinking of moving away and starting over, that's when all the butterflies stopped and my heart started beating a million miles a minute, he says he could see the look of panic on my face. He read me well, he always does. I may have teared up a little, too. I couldn't imagine life without my best friend close by and now nothing was standing in the way or us spending as much time together as we want. I still was trying to convince myself that we weren't on a "date", we were just friends going out for the night. I didn't have any expectations, or so I was telling myself but my heart knew better than my head, still I was listening to my head.
After dinner he asked if I minded if we stopped by his house. His neighbor had been burning leaves and had a tendency to let the fire get out of control. That was his excuse anyway, suspicious as I was I agreed to go along with him. After all, what if it was true and what if the house did catch fire and burned to the ground? I'd feel terrible if I'd have said "no, you can't go check on your house" besides, I was curious about his house, i'd never been there. We pulled up the house and there was no fire going so we were in the clear there. He asked if I'd like to go inside and watch a movie or if I needed to get back home. I was a single mama who had a babysitter for the night and was enjoying time with my best friend so I chose the obvious. A movie it was! We went inside, I got the grand tour of the house (which I automatically felt at home in), sat down on the couch and Alex started up Netflix. As we were scrolling he asked me what I wanted to watch, I picked Machine Gun Preacher. I know, not an obvious date movie choice but this wasn't a romantic date, at least not as far as I was concerned besides I had heard great things about the movie and was curious & no, having Gerard Butler in it didn't hurt at all either.
I laid my head in his lap as we were watching the movie and he was playing with my hair (not something anyone else can do). I kept catching him looking down at me, smiling, then he took my hand and started holding it. It was at that point when I started wondering if this was more than a friendly kind of date. What if it was? What if it wasn't? Was he going to kiss me? What was he thinking? What was he feeling? The movie was great, it definitely hit home. When it was over we sat on the couch and talked about it for a while then we realized the time and decided to head back to my house. When we got back to the house I was prepared to hop out and walk myself to the door while he drove away but being the gentleman he is, he wasn't going to have that. He walked me to the door and hugged me goodbye then pulled away and stared into my eyes. That was it, my heart was done and my head was spinning. Game over, heart won! He leaned in a kissed me, I could feel his hesitancy but I kissed him back because that's what I had waited for all night. For 3 years, really. Since that night we have been inseperable.
Stay tuned for more of Our Love Story and Wedding Wednesday!
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