I got a message today that simply said, "So I have to know... how did you and your husband meet?"
Here it is guys! (It's a good one):
It is a crazy story actually. After I graduated high school in Pensacola I went off to college at Auburn University. After my first year of school my parents RANDOMLY decided to move to be "house parents" at a boys ranch in Alabama. They made the big move in August 2006. The ranch is "neighborhood style" and there are about ten homes- each with a set of "house parents" and up to 8 boys (ages 5-18). There is a swimming pool, lake, gym, office, horse stables, etc. Well, turns out HIS parents had the exact same calling 3 years before mine and left Trussville when Pat was about to enter the 10th grade. It JUST SO HAPPENS that the only open house for my parents to move into is next door to his. I was at Auburn and he was at Alabama but we are about the same age so everyone was like "Ohhh my goodness- y'all have to meet!!" Our parents quickly became very close friends and we finally met on November 3rd, 2006 (I will tell you why I remember this date later) at a high school football game (several of our boys play for the local private school team). We had an INSTANT attraction and we tried out the"dating thing" and quickly realized the distance was hard, we weren't really ready for committed relationships, and the friendship was more important. We dated other people but remained friends and our parents were (and still are) best friends. About 2 and a half years ago we were like "what the heck are we thinking?". We spent a particularly special time together in Nashville that 4th of July and I KNEW that weekend that we would be together forever. Honestly. We got engaged 10 months later on May 17th, 2009. We got married a year after that on May 1st, 2010. Talk about fate huh? Oh ya- and that November 3rd date? That is the day that Pat defied death almost 22 years ago. He drowned, had no vitals when the paramedics arrived, flew "life-flight" to the hospital, was unresponsive the whole time, and miraculously woke up the next day like nothing ever happened! I just got chills typing that by the way. We met on his 18th drowning anniversary. I will never forget... it was (and still is) an extremely emotional day for his family. Almost two years ago, also on November 3rd, I unexpectedly lost my "Papa". November 3rd is a very emotional yet very SPECIAL day in our lives that we will celebrate forever! Pat was saved by GOD, I met my hubby for the first time, and my grandfather went to be with Jesus. Wow.
So... tell me now! Do you believe in fate?
Cause I definitely do... =)