On this day, our 3 year anniversary, I thought I’d take us on a journey to the past. So here’s looking at you, kid.
Ah, high school. The place where you either have the best years of your life, or the worst. The place where I met you.
There you were. Marching up and down on the band practice field. You, the cute senior trumpet player. Me, the newbie junior on the dance team. Every Friday night during halftime, we stood mere feet away from each other on the football field. And you, sir, caught my eye rather quickly.
Though our paths didn’t usually cross outside of band practice, I would still find reasons to strike up conversations with you. I thought I was playing it cool, but my feelings towards you couldn’t have been more desperate obvious.
Unfortunately, your level of oblivion, was o u t s t a n d i n g.
I mean, what’s a girl gotta do to get you to notice her?! It was written on the walls!
Literally. I constantly wrote on your Facebook wall.
To my 16-year-old self, your actions were pretty clear. You just weren’t that into me.
So, I chalked you up as being dis-interested and that was that.
May 2007 – March 2011
We sipped hot chocolate once or twice. Had an occasional lunch at the local Mexican restaurant. Waved to each other at the football games. Exchanged Christmas gifts that one time back in 2007.
We were always friends, but we were the kind that really only spoke once every few months via awkward Facebook messages or random texts. Which was fine by me, because I had guys knocking down my door every night!
To ask me about my available friends. Womp womp.
But all that was about to change.
April 27th, 2011
What started out as a quiet morning filled with finals turned into an EF4 tornado that devastated not only our college town, but our entire state. 18-wheelers were overturned in the middle of the street. Trees snapped. Power lines were down. And you couldn’t get in touch with me.
By the grace of God, we both came away from the tornado unscathed that day. And when you finally got a hold of me that night, something had definitely changed between us.
May 2011 – August 2011
Ah, the summer that started it all. We hung out at least twice a week, cooking dinner and watching Netflix. You know sister thought we were secretly dating, right?
I thought to myself that something may come of this yet, and that you would make your feelings known that summer.
Except you didn’t. Because you’re a boy and apparently, it’s customary to overthink everything.
November 21st, 2011
Picture me running around my apartment like a chicken with my head cut off. I had to enlist the help of my personal stylist, i.e. sister, to help me find the perfect outfit. Because that night was different. That night was our first date.
We ate at Chili’s. I ate a salad because I was trying to keep up with the lie that women don’t eat (that didn’t last long). We met poor service Nick and held hands at the movies to see Tower Heist.
It was the beginning of K & Kid.
So here we are. 3 years later and still going strong. We have surely been blessed over the last few years and we both know we have the Lord to thank for that. So let’s keep dancing to our favorite song and napping on our date nights. Let’s make sure that we build a lot more forts and watch Downton Abbey (not Downtown) when it comes back on. And let’s always remember that our story makes us who we are, and we are #teamawesome.
Happy Anniversary kid.
I love you.