How I Met My Husband
It was November 30, 2012. I met up with a group of girls for a night of country swing dancing. It was here I met the tall, handsome man with piercing blue eyes dressed in the black cowboy hat, plaid blue shirt, and faded blue jeans. It was love at first sight. Or was it?
While, yes, this was the first time my husband and I actually acted like we noticed each other, this wasn't technically when we first met. Even though that's what we tend to tell people. So here's the real story...
In order to know how we truly met you have to rewind about seven months. Now it's April 2012. This was a roller coaster time of emotions in my life. In the beginning of the month I received a call I had been waiting to get for a year. It was the call to report to the FAA Academy in Oklahoma City for training for my new job as an air traffic controller. It would be a three month long intense pass/fail training program. If I passed I would come back to Colorado and continue on-the-job training at my facility. If I failed, I'd be looking for a new career. The stakes were high, but I was so excited for this next step in my life! I had to report to the academy in two weeks.
A little over a week later (April 28 to be exact) my grandpa who had been battling cancer for the previous fifteen years passed away. My family and I were devastated. We knew this day would come, but he had pushed through so many other near death moments in his fight that I couldn't quite wrap my head around the tragedy. Between being excited and nervous about my career opportunity and coming to terms with the loss of my grandpa, my emotions were everywhere. I had to decide if I should leave for Oklahoma in a few days or stay in Colorado with my family for the funeral and the grieving process and hope the decision makers at the academy offered me a new class date sometime down the road.
In the midst of this crossroads, my best friend Hailey spent the entire day with me the day after my grandpa passed. Her goal was to get me to think about something completely different than the current situation. She drug me out to the barn where I was boarding my horse and spent the morning and afternoon with me grooming and riding--the one thing that sets my soul completely free.
For awhile I could tune out all the chaos that was the rest of my life and just enjoy my time. Then as the evening drew closer, she convinced me to come with her to the college group gathering at her church. "You need to be around people, " she said. "Otherwise you'll just sit and obsess all night." She knows me so well.
So I agreed. And it was there that I saw Brighton for the first time. This first time though, I don't remember much about him except for the tall, skinny girl clinging to his side every single moment. She was all about him, and from what I could tell, he was pretty into her too. Not that I really cared. I wasn't looking for a man. I was just there to distract myself and hopefully hear some spectacular voice from heaven tell me what choice to make in the middle of the service (which didn't happen by the way. It's not necessarily how God works.)
After the service, a bunch of the college kids met up at Old Chicago in Fort Collins for some pizza and drinks. Hailey drug me to that too. At this point, I was kinda over it. I had to make a decision and possibly start packing for the Academy. But, I rode with her to church and had to go where she went so there I ended up.
At Old Chicago sitting next to the flirty girl obsessed with Brighton and across from Brighton himself.
Neither of us really paid attention to each other. I started talking with Hailey and some other guy about deep life convictions and hot topics like my dream of owning a goat someday. It was at this moment Brighton seemed to notice me for the first time and simply asked, "Why would you want a goat? They're stupid." And in this very moment, I became crazy goat girl in his mind and I became determined to convince him that goats were in fact awesome.
Now here's a little aside for you. On our second anniversary, Brighton brought a goat home for me. His name is Balki and he is still part of our family to this day. Doesn't Brighton just look so happy and overjoyed to have a goat in this picture? I may be a crazy goat girl, but he's even crazier for making this dream come true for me when he thinks they're stupid.
Anyway, back to the story. I know you guys are all on pins and needles wondering how this will turn out! ;)
Well, although we had a great debate about goats, we weren't interested in each other and our interaction was short lived. I moved on to conversations with other people at the table and Brighton's attention went back to Ms. Flirts-a-lot.
As we were pulling out of the parking lot, Hailey asked me what I thought of Brighton. (She was always one to look for a hidden love story.) But to me, it was pretty out there question considering the circumstances.
"He's pretty cute," I said. "But I think he's got something going on with that other girl."
Hailey confirmed the obvious and the topic of Brighton ended there. Hailey, however, never forgot the comment I made about him. I didn't usually comment about a guy being cute, so this was an obvious big deal.
Well, this is the part in a romantic movie where the two destined to fall in love miss out and move on with their own lives. Brighton dated Ms. Flirts-a-lot while I made the decision to move to Oklahoma for my training. I spent three months out there and never thought about him once. I honestly never thought I'd see him again. And he didn't think twice about me either.
Our paths would cross again around Thanksgiving of the same year. Neither of us expected it, but in the months between the two encounters both our life situations were completely different.
We met once again at the church college group a couple weeks before Thanksgiving. I went with Hailey again because we'd been hanging out all day. She'd grown close with most of the people in the group since the last time I'd been, but I didn't remember anyone, including Brighton. Hailey wanted me to get to know her new inner circle of friends, though, and I remembered them being a fun group of people so I tagged along.
At this point, Brighton was now single and hanging out with his best friend and wing man, Roy. The two were acting like typical bachelors--you know, super cocky and into themselves. Hailey knew them pretty well, so she played along with their jokes but I wasn't super impressed. I thought Brighton was good looking and all but his cocky attitude was all too typical.
Apparently he was pretty interested in me now, but I'm pretty dumb and didn't realize it. We all went out to Old Chicago again, and this time, Brighton made sure to sit next to me. He tried to make conversation and get to know me, but there was one problem.
Someone else at the table presented everyone with a riddle and puzzle using straws and I'm a total nerd. Suddenly, my mission was to solve the riddle. So while Brighton attempted to make his move and get my attention I was completely zoned in on a stupid riddle. (Face palm...Between my obsession with goats and my nerdy side, it's a miracle I caught his attention at all.) Eventually Brighton had to leave, so he gave up on me and, well, left. I never solved the riddle and I'm pretty sure Hailey wanted to slap me across the face for my oblivion to the obvious.
On our way out, I asked Hailey more about Brighton. Just because I was more obsessed with the riddle doesn't mean I wasn't interested in him, after all. Was he still with Ms. Flirts-a-lot? Was he single? Well, Ms. Flirt-a-lot was no longer in the picture. Good news. But then Hailey told me he had to leave early because he lived three hours away in Wyoming and had to get back for work.
"He works on a rig up there. He comes back some weekends but not all the time," she told me.
Not so good news.
Once again we went our separate ways. I know, the beginning of our story is off to a rocky start. You're thinking, How on earth will this ever work out? Honestly, I'm with you. If you had asked me that night if I thought Brighton and I would ever date, let alone get married, I'd call you crazy. We hardly knew each other and ran in completely different circles apart from my two appearances with this college group. I assumed he'd go back to Wyoming, I'd go back to doing my own thing, and our paths wouldn't be so lucky to cross a third time.
This is why I think our love story is special. God wanted us together. Looking back, it's so obvious. He kept creating meet ups for us and opportunities for us to notice each other. I was just a little too preoccupied in my own plans and agenda to pick up on His plan. I think we all have memories in our lives where we look back and see how the pieces connect perfectly but we were too consumed with other circumstances or priorities to notice at the time. But God is patient and doesn't give up on us. He continuously nudges us and points us in the direction He wants us to go. If it weren't for His patience and perseverance, Brighton and I would not have ended up together.
Well friends, the rest of the love story is in another post (click here). Yeah, I'm leaving you with lots of unresolved questions. But if you want to know what happens next read Our Love Story: Part Two!
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