Category Archives: how we met

A coffee shop romance…ish.


Sooo. I mentioned in my last post that when I left the night I re-met my husband, he asked for my number. However, if you’re thinking this is going to read like a love at first (second?) sight story, you are mistaken! We had some really amazing conversations that night as a group of people who had drastically changed from those we had been in high school. As the night and the hours passed, we delved into politics, faith and religion, right and wrong, absolutes and relative truths. We argued, laughed and discussed until early in the morning, and as we were leaving, there were several number exchanges that went on, with promises of “definitely keeping in better touch from now on.” So I left with no inkling of how my life would be dramatically changed from then on.

I went along my merry little way, and a few nights later I was closing at work (I was the Assistant Manager of Starbucks at that point) and I got a text from him asking if I was working, and if he could come and visit. I said sure, and when he came he explained that he had been on a quest to start liking coffee and figured of all the people he knew, I might be able to help.

When I tell this story, it ALWAYS makes me laugh, because it totally sounds like a pickup line!! The hilarious part is that at this point, he wasn’t interested in me romantically at all, seriously. He was coming out of a phase in life where he’d been partying a lot and looking to make some changes–one of his goals in becoming an “adult” was developing a taste for coffee and since he was avoiding a lot of his old ways, it left him with a lot of spare evenings–and a lot of boredom.

Enter coffee house girl ๐Ÿ™‚

We ended up hanging out afterwards with another friend from high school, and continued some other hang outs in the weeks to come. We had a few movie nights, a karaokee night, a few more cups of coffee. As we began to hang out more, we made it very clear to each other that we were NOT going to get serious. He was adamant about not getting married before he turned 25 (he was 22 at the time) and I was equally as adamant about not getting married EVER (haha, did I mention I was coming out of a bitter phase of life??) so we knew that for sure this was not going to turn into anything….

Doesn’t God just love surprises??

Introducing Geoff to the Donut Shack early on. A rite of passage ๐Ÿ™‚



a tie dye cast and new beginnings


So, in about 2 weeks, I get to celebrate 3 years of happy times with my sweet husband. In the next couple of weeks I’m going to try to get together a few posts about my hubby and the years we’ve shared together so far. Let’s start off with a little story…

this is our first post-re-meeting photo together ๐Ÿ™‚

The summer between 7th and 8th grade, I went to a camp called Victory Jam. I was super excited on my first day out at the beach with my friends. I was wading out a bit, and there were of course some waves, and I was just hanging out. Since it was a beach in New Jersey, not to mention I was with a billion other middle schoolers, the beach was crowded. So crowded in fact, that when a big ol’ wave came through, it knocked down the 6’3 guy in front of me…who in turn knocked me down…and as I landed on the bottom of the ocean floor, my wrist broke. Totally a whole bunch of little things that came together in one catastrophic and unfortunate second of total randomness…but that randomness nonetheless landed me in the hospital, getting a cast, and leaving a tearful message for my mom crying “THAT BIG MAN FELL ON ME AND BROKE ME!”

What does this story have to do with anything? Well, that day is my earliest memory of that “big man” that I now call my husband ๐Ÿ™‚

We went through middle school and high school together, and while we traveled in some similar circles, we didn’t ever spend a lot of time together or become close friends. What I mostly remember is him always being behind the counter of the Chick-Fil-A at our local mall; maybe a few lunches here and there; a few retreats and conferences where we spoke in passing. He wasn’t one of the people I kept in touch with when we went away to school, and was certainly not on my radar AT ALL of someone I could potentially marry.

Flash forward. I was out of college, had been through a series of faith-testing trials, and had basically decided that I was soooo “over” high school. I kept in touch with a few people, but was mostly convinced that I couldn’t possibly have anything in common with people I grew up with, you know, since I’d done so much growing up in all the many, many (3.5, to be exact) years since graduation. I had a friend who was studying in London though, so when he wanted to hang out, I figured maybe it would be safe enough to go listen to his stories from abroad and have a little fun. He called me that day though, and let me know he had decided to invite just a few other people from high school. I immediately went and called basically the only girl I had kept in touch with from high school and said, “Here’s what’s going on. You must come with me.” She agreed, picked me up, and the entireย way there I tried to get her to go somewhere else. “You know this won’t be fun. It’s dumb high school people.” 10 seconds later, “Are you hungry? Let’s go to the food court!” 10 seconds later, “Want to go see a movie? Chick flick? Action? Adventure? Your choice!” She kept driving and eventually we arrived. I am quite sure I greeted my now-husband with something wonderful and charming, like, “So, uh, you still work at ย Chick-Fil-A?” I am also sure that I wore my cutest clothes since I was SO excited about the night, and I definitely was looking hot. And not wearing old wrinkly clothes. And I definitely had washed my hair sometime in the last 3 days. Or maybe not.

Ended up being an awesomely fun night, and while I didn’t know it then, one of the most significant moments of my entire life. As we left that night and he asked for my number, I still didn’t know where this journey was going to lead me. All I knew at that point was that God was leading me back to a little bit of who I was, and beginning to break away some of the bitterness that had come to define me.

Who knew it would all start with a tye-tied cast??