my husby and i have (what i believe to be) an unusual and special love story. i wanted to shout it from the mountains, but since there are no mountains where i live, i thought i'd post it here. :)
my husby and i met in the Seattle airport nearly 14 years ago, when we were 16. we had both been at a church conference with our youth groups, and were waiting to board the plane home. he lived in bismarck, nd, and i lived outside of minneapolis, mn. i thought he was cute
we emailed quite infrequently, just a couple times a year. but one day i received an email from him saying he would be in the cities the next week, we should have dinner. all i could think was
we both worked at Bible camps throughout our summers during college. 6 years ago, a girl who worked at his camp and who went to school with me was convinced we were meant for one another. we weren't so sure. but one fall she asked me to volunteer at a retreat at their camp. i jumped at the chance to surprise husby. so we drove the 7+ hours to camp. i surprised him alright! :) again, we stayed up ALL night talking, reminiscing, and he held my hand (just a little!) when i left camp, i did so with the utmost peace. knowing i was
he called two days later. :)
we were engaged the next year (November 2006) in the seattle airport where we met, and were married 6 months later (May 2007) at his Bible camp. We now have a darling baby boy. Husby is my best friend, and i fall harder for him each day.











