I was drawn to my husband the first time I saw him. Really, it’s the truth. I don’t know what it was, but I remember meeting him my first few days at seminary and thinking, “There’s a guy I want to get to know better.” I was 26 years old when I met Chris and had never had a real “boyfriend”. Trust me, it wasn’t for lack of trying!! But I had finally come to the conclusion that God was protecting my heart for someone special and when I first saw Chris my heart was drawn his way.
Of course, he had no clue. I suppose a “normal” girl would have actually talked to him and initiated some sort of friendly relationship. I, being a big chicken, chose the more subtle approach of “friendly stalking.” Our apartment complex was in the shape of a horseshoe, with Chris’ apartment directly across the lawn from mine. He always had his shades open, so I used my powers of observation and quickly learned his schedule. I enlisted the help of friends who had classes with him to strike up conversations and get to know him better on my behalf. I would walk those friends to and from classes to “bump into him”. I threw parties and invited him over but could never work up the nerve to actually talk to him. This went on for several months. Finally, somehow, we started talking. A week before Valentine’s Day we decided to go see a movie together. We followed the movie with some drinks and he walked me back to the entrance of my building before sprinting off to the warmth of his own apartment. The next week, Valentine’s Day, we made plans to go to an old movie theater in Wrigleyville to watch Casablanca with another couple. A double-date. Except, only 1/2 of the other couple made it to the show. Our double date had turned into a girls night out. And thus began the three month long saga of “Are we actually dating, or are we just friends?”
Finally, in May, after three months of hanging out and being good buds, Chris took the initiative and threw his arm around me during a movie. From that moment on, we were a couple. Seven months later, on Christmas Eve, Chris proposed. Eight months after that we were married. It’s been seven years since we said “I do”. We have moved three times and brought two rowdy boys into this world. Our marriage, as any other, has had its share of ups and downs. But even in the down moments, I think about the way my heart was drawn to Chris that day nine years ago and I know that God was saving my heart for him. And I thank God for that gift every day.
Blessings and Peace,