Before I met my husband I dated.. a lot..as Charlotte on Sex and the City would say,I dated so many men- my HAIR HURT.I was exhausted by the game. Dating had become this dance–just the idea of when a guy would or wouldn’t call me after a date made my head hurt. The ruminating, the agonizing, the attempting to decode exactly what said guy meant when he said, “I’ll see you later,” (did he mean later as in later that week, or later as in I’m just saying this catch phrase to be nice but actually plan to never see you again)– I just really abhorred dating. Don’t get me wrong- it was always fun to get dressed up-in strappy heels and makeup and the chance that maybe that night I’d have a first kiss that I’d feel in every single extremity. It also completely sucked when I made a dinner date and was ready to bolt after the waiter brought us our appetizers, or when the guy who has this effervescent personality on the phone- had literally nothing to say to me as we sat across from each other in uncomfortable silence, or when there was just ZERO chemistry and that awkward goodbye, as I prayed said guy would not lean in for THE KISS.
Then after four years of dating, I met my husband. I can honestly say I knew after the second date he was the one. And here is why: He brought me wrist guards. On our first date we went rollerblading ( of course I was in full on makeup- so I’m not sure how convinced he was of my athletic side) and I didn’t wear wrist guards. On our second date- He brought me wrist guards wrapped in a box with a pretty red bow. I had NO idea what he had brought me,. When I opened up the box– and saw the wrist guards he said and I quote, “I wanted to make sure you were safe”. MY HEART it melted and that was it– he was the one- as simple as giving me wrist guards– because in doing that one act I knew he had this incredible heart and it was a selfless gift(as opposed to giving me a nightie- which would appeal more to him than me (those freakin negligees are always so itchy with all that lace).
Of course following that one thing- there were a million other little things and signs that led me to believe he was the one but – on that second date- when he handed me the box- that sort of solidified it for me…your turn- when did you know your spouse was THE ONE?
When he was gone from my life and I figured I could move on, and the longer he was gone the more I wanted him back. And then God worked a miracle and he came back. Then there was no doubt. I think the moment I knew was the moment he told me that he loved me. For more on this, read our love story. I promise you won’t regret it. It’s long, and I need to update it because I feel like I’ve matured a lot in the last four years and could probably leave out some silly details, but it’s AMAZING. every time I tell it people get chills. http://www.beautifulinhistime.com/our-love-story.php
What a sweet story – one you will be able to tell your grandkids someday.
I knew at first sight. Weird and cliché, but totally true. It took him a little longer. :o)
Do you still rollerblade together?
You know what?? We have not rollerbladed in 4ever! I am putting that on our list! (oh but first I have to find my dusty old rollerblades;)
He knew after the first time we met. Then we caught up the week after and we almost moved in together straight away! He said after 2 weeks, you do know I’m going to marry you don’t you? I was in denial for a bit but knew deep down he was right! That was 17 years ago.