So, tomorrow is Brett and my three year wedding anniversary. And in honor of this auspicious occasion I thought I’d give the blog a little “How we met” story action. I’ve spent the last few days trying desperately to find a blog post about how we met, because I feel like I had to have written such a thing at SOME point. But, alas, no. ( or at least I can’t seem to find it) So, I’ll give it to you now in all its full blown glory…
However, if you’d like to jump the gun a little than I think you should really go read my full-blown account of Brett’s proposal which I DID write about at the time…
Ok, so now for the story.
Brett and I first met in high school. And usually I like to pause at that point and let everyone think ( wrongly) that we were high school sweethearts. And then I like to say, “but we weren’t friends”. I say this for affect because its so very opposite of “high school sweethearts”, but in actuality we were friends. Or at least we had the SAME friends…which in high school is kinda the same thing. But basically I remember meeting Brett my Sophomore year in high school, and he remembers meeting me my freshman year. The reason for this discrepancy is because Brett had really long hair my freshman year and he wore a weird necklace with giant beads on it. So it doesn’t take a genius to figure out WHY I don’t remember him. ( *sigh* I was shallow). But, anyway, back to when we became friends ( in my book), we had quite a bit in common. We were both a part of Generation J ( a Christian club at our school), we both hung out with the “theatre people” but we weren’t in theatre ourselves, and in my Junior year in high school ( Brett’s senior year), we were on the Newspaper Staff together….and by this point he’d cut his hair…and it was really, really cute.
I remember being pretty psyched when I realized we were going to be on staff together. I mean, he was cute but I hadn’t gotten to spend much time around him so I figured this was my chance to get some one on one flirting action in…but, as I wrote in my high school journal.
“I’m SO glad I joined the newspaper staff, because now i know for sure how LAME Brett Wilson is….”
Now, one cannot actually trust high school journals. In actuality I found out rather fast that Brett Wilson was not amused by my Sarcastic Wit ( pretty much my ONE way of being…I was sarcastic ALL THE TIME). And therefore I did not know what to do with this Brett Wilson character. When I was funny or charming or whatever, he would just kind of growl and give me a disapproving look. Burn.
And so my “love” went quickly to dismissal and thus we ended our time in high school together….
But, that’s not the end of the story, because we would continue to see each other at mutual friends houses over various Christmas holidays throughout our college years. I remember always taking note that he was there and still thinking he was pretty cute-but my life had gotten quite a bit fuller at this point and most of my thoughts revolved around New Zealand and my life there…
And then I graduated college and moved back to the USA and spent a really crappy year in my home town. No matter how hard I tried I was not particularly happy to be there and part of me wondered why I was even there… But, finally the end of the year came and I somehow found myself at a New Years Eve party of a friend of a friend.
And that’s where Brett and I really met.
As in, we met as closer resemblances of the people that we are today. People that had a whole lot more in common than mutual friends. It was at this party that I actually talked to Brett as a person ( and not just a head of really cute hair).
I remember being impressed by his relationship with Christ ( which had recently taken off after meeting some pretty sweet people at a Bible Study at Fort Benning…incidentally, the Bible Study that we are currently leading today.) , and I was also struck by how we were both dealing with the sadness of not being around our college friends anymore….to be honest I don’t remember that much of our conversation just that I was really impressed and at the end of the night when the topic of New Years Resolutions came up I mentioned I wanted to do better at corresponding with people ( at the time my job left me sitting mindlessly in front of a computer for most of the day-plenty of time for emailing) and I remember saying something about “adding Brett to my list”.
But, when the time came to actually write him an email…I found it incredibly difficult to come up with the words. It was like a little part of me knew it wasn’t just a “casual” email among friends.
And it wasn’t.
And thus began the romance that was based almost solely through the written word for almost year…but that’s a story for another day.