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Continued from previous post, and as told to Kiki:

I met your Dad on a waterski trip that the college youth group had.  I didn’t know too many people, but a good friend had invited me; and since I was in the middle of a spiritual journey, I decided it couldn’t hurt. I was searching, Big Time.  Little did I know that I would find all the answers I was looking for and a husband (not that I was looking…for a husband, that is).

So first day, I meet this handsome young man. We start talking. He tells me he’s interested in making movies; and I’m an aspiring writer, about to head off to college in the fall. My interest is piqued, to say the least. But I also knew that he was sort of seeing someone in the group, so I wasn’t expecting anything to happen. The next day, he and his buddy rent jet skis. I’m offered a ride and gladly accept it. Afterwards we’re talking and he asks me, “Would you like to go out sometime?” And my brilliant answer: “I guess so.”

How was I to know that this guy would someday become my husband and that phrase would forever come back to haunt me. He loves to go into detail when he tells someone about the first time he saw me: the bathing suit I was wearing, the tan I had back then; and then he gets to the “I guess so” part.  Ugh.  If he had only known that I had just come out of a very long and self-destructing relationship, he would have understood my hesitation. 

So summer ends and I leave for college in San Francisco (5 hrs. away). He stays back and works (he’s 4 years older). We continue to see each other when I’m home on breaks, and we hang out with the rest of the gang from the church group; just one big happy, friendly bunch. We go on like this for two years as “just friends.” Then one day, when it’s time for me to head back to school in the fall, he comes over to say goodbye and gives me the sweetest quick little kiss on the lips; and that’s when I know: I’m going to marry this guy! 

Now the only problem we have is distance. He starts grad school about three hours from me and he comes up to visit in the fall.  Finally that Thanksgiving, we officially become a couple; as in, no longer “just friends” (just in case you’re not clear on that).  It’s the first time either of us take a relationship slowly and try to do it the right way, because we don’t want to blow it.  

So we do the long distance thing for another year, get engaged the following Christmas and married the July after that.  And that’s a whirlwind version of our story.  I’ve left a lot of details out, so feel free to leave me questions.

One of those sweet little kisses.

And for the grand finale…click here to listen to Our Song.