30 Day Challenge...Day 3

Here's the last post for today...it catches me up to the other ladies over at Katie's blog!


Your First Love!

Well, there was Andy...the little boy who made everything better in first grade when Mrs. Hudkins changed my color. It wasn't my fault that the other kid kept switching my lunch choice tag. I told him if he did it again I would scream and momma didn't raise no liar! Unforunately, Andy moved to Arizona that summer and I've never heard from him again. It could also be the boy that I dated for one day in middle school and then followed like a love sick puppy for the rest of seventh grade, all of eighth grade, set up with my best friend in ninth grade, and finally gave up hope on in tenth grade. We'll keep his name out of this. It could be Paul, or "El actor" as he was known as in his mom's spanish class. But that relationship had a number of faults.

I would say that my first real love was Matt. We started dating junior year and we were pretty much inseparable until college. I remember going sledding with him and a bunch of my friends the Alvord Park and I remember the night in the lighting booth when he sat in the chair and I rested my cheek against his palm. It was magical and I knew that nothing could ever feel so special. I remember how we would go to church together on Saturday and/or Sunday and how he really helped me find my relationship with God. I can picture us sitting on my bedroom floor, talking about how our relationship would change once we went to college, and I begged him to give it a chance. I know now that he only agreed because he didn't want to make me unhappy, and that our relationship never really stood a chance. But nonetheless I went off to college convinced that we were different and that we would make it. I remember how things changed, I remember the night that he told me he didn't love me anymore, and I remember how I stood in the freezing rain out on the Cliff Walk with a borrowed cell phone because Sprint had HORRIBLE service in Newport. The funny thing is that soon after that I was riding in the car with a friend, explaining to him how Matt was the only one for me, and I knew that we were destined to be together. That friend told me I was wrong, and someday I would get over Matt....little did I know that friend would end up being my husband, my best friend and my soul mate. God really does work in mysterious ways, and I will never forget my first love...and he will always be my good friend!