A Love Story, Part I

Lisa tagged me for the story of how my husband and I met and married, and she didn’t know what she was subjecting herself to. This may stretch to a few posts.

I first met David when I was just the tender age of seventeen. We attended the same church together; I had grown up there and he began attending there when he moved to the area for graduate school. The first conversation I remember having with him was on Resurrection Sunday 1995. We were both guests at another family’s home. I was there with my family, and he was adopted by the host family for the day, since he had no family in the area. I don’t remember much about that day, except I remember watching “Beauty and the Beast” on video after the annual egg hunt (men hide, women find the eggs…this is what happens when two families with only daughters spend every Easter together). David remembers me being too saucy for my own good (not surprising, when I remember what I was like as a teenager).

I graduated from high school and went on to study Elementary Education at Messiah College in the fall. My parents played host to a college-and-career-aged Bible study the following summer, unfortunately dubbed “The ‘Tweeners.” It was well-attended by people from our church, and David and I probably represented the two ends of the age range included.

David was living with a friend of his at this time, and by the time that fall (1996) rolled around, this arrangement had become less-than-favorable. My parents, conveniently, had a vacant one-bedroom apartment over their garage. They offered it to David for a song in return for some manual labor on the lawn and the pool, since their labor supply (in the form of my older sister and I) had dried up. He accepted, and moved in on New Years’ Day 1997.

(insert “Fonzie married Joanie” jokes here)

To be continued…

9 Responses to “A Love Story, Part I”

  1. Becky

    I loved the saucy Kelly! I can’t wait to read the rest of the story…the story of you guys meeting and marrying is one of my favorites. It really is. It’s so sweet and clearly God-driven. And it makes me think of sitting at your wedding ceremony and watching my favorite part…after you had taken vows and went together to kneel at the foot of the cross to pray together. What a way to start a marriage. Whew. I bawled my way through that wedding, let me tell ya!


  2. cascadingwaters

    Speaking as someone who was part of that Bible study, I’d say that sauciness was very much in order. Otherwise, it had a sad tendency to be taken over by engineering perspectives. Sauciness was a good counter-balance.


  3. Kelly

    No, the sauciness wasn’t in Bible study; it was at Easter. And it was directed at you, Tracy. He felt bad for you to have such a younger sister. 🙂


  4. michelle

    Wasn’t that the Easter we went on the walk to the park to get out of the house, because it was so full? Or Dad and I were leaving for Toccoa the next day? There’s too many Easters…I think I’m getting them confused.


  5. Kelly

    I can’t remember…it was at your house, for sure…I remember where I was sitting at the table in your mom’s living room.


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