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Friday, 17 August 2012 12:44

The Story of 'Us' - The Beginning

The Summer Blog Challenge Prompt for today is on 'How you met your significant other.'

I grew up in a small-ish town where you pretty much knew who everyone was.  There were two elementary schools, and my husband and I 'met' for the first time when we were in the same class in 1st Grade.

Cheese-ball story alert...

And this is all sort of embarrassing, so please don't judge me...

I recall having some sort of childish 'crush' on him - he was taller than average, and quiet.  We were also both in the small group of kids who could already read easily, so we ended up sitting near each other quite often.  One time in particular, the desks of four of us 'readers' were moved in a square together - probably so the teacher could pay more or less attention to us as a whole - and Brian and I were at opposite corners of this square.  I remember one day, when the bell rang to dismiss us for recess, I cornered him as he was walking to get his jacket and said 'You're my boyfriend' (I was 6, remember...) and he responded by saying 'You're my girlfriend'. 

I don't have any other memories of speaking to him at all that year, or in the years following. 

When I was in 4th Grade, I developed a crush on the 'new kid' in town, and since Brian and I had never officially ended our relationship status - he likes to say I was cheating on him. 

I 'dated' this 'new kid' (as much as you can when you're in Elementary School) at least until 7th Grade. Our families were close, and my Mom babysat him and his siblings, so we naturally spent a lot of time together. 

The funny thing is, Brian was a close friend of this 'new kid', and was also a close friend of the boyfriend I had afterward.  I remember him clearly in certain contexts, and as we got older we began to see more of each other as we hung out in the same social group, but I never thought twice about our little 'thing' in 1st Grade. 

The year before Brian and I started dating, we had become extremely close friends.  Best friends, really, and we spent every possible moment together.  In hindsight, it was one of those situations where everyone knew about 'us' before we did.  We sat together in class, went to the same church and youth group - and when he drove I always got 'shot gun'.  We even took piano from the same teacher, who's 9 and 10 year old daughters caught on long before we did...

In December of 2001, I approached Brian with the realization that I was interested in him... as 'more than a friend' (I was 15... just saying) and also not 'as a brother', as we had been saying to ourselves.  I knew I was risking our friendship, but it was driving me crazy and I had started believing he liked me to.

He said nothing.  For two weeks.

Luckily, he also didn't change how he treated me.  I took this to mean that although he wasn't interested like I was, he also still valued our friendship and would not let my confession affect it.  I got to the point where I was just glad I hadn't lost his friendship and decided to simply 'move on.'

On December 31, 2001, Brian and I were sitting next to each other on a bus heading back from a church youth trip in Minneapolis.  Out of the blue, he kissed me.  We were 15 at the time, and we have now been together for almost 12 years.

Our relationship experienced a lot of bumps in the road - some of which I am amazed we survived together.  I can't imagine my life without him, though.  So much of who I have become as an adult has been shaped by who he is.  He has patiently endured all of my teenaged issues, and I have seen him at his emotional worst.  He was there when I graduated high school, got my driver's license and supported me (emotionally and financially) when I went to college.  He was there for me when my Great Grandma died - the first death I had ever experienced.  He was there for me the first time my Dad was sick with cancer, and this summer when my Dad died.  He was there when I got fired from my job and when I lost a best friend.  I know that there is nothing he wants more for me in our lives than for me to be happy - and he has spent a lot of time and energy and money proving that to me.

His birthday was last week, and I wanted to do a post for him then - I guess I've kind of done it now. 

He is my best friend and 'soul mate' (although I don't really believe in such a thing :) ), and I hope that there never comes a time when we can no longer be there for each other.

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