I believe that Kaycee and I have a very unique story. In short, we have moved three times, lived in four different cities in three states and had a few other events to deal with as well. I asked her to marry me four months after we started dating almost three of which I was in Pensacola, Florida and she was in Lewisburg, Tennessee. I know that I will leave out a few details, but over the course of a few posts I want to tell our story in as much detail as I can. You might enjoy reading it or you may not, but I will surely enjoy reading it and reminiscing as I type.
I would say our story begins before we ever meet. We grew up about 20 minutes apart from each other but never met until we had been at a college of roughly 2,000 people for three years. We realized that we had been at many youth group events together and had many opportunities to meet but our paths never officially crossed.
They first crossed at Makin’ Music practice in 2007. I believe it was actually Makin Music Retreat which is the weekend before the actual show and you spend the entire weekend in a gym somewhere perfecting your show. We spotted each other a time or two but never really talked. That following week during the crazy week that precedes the official show, she approached me and gave her camera to a friend of hers to take our picture. The friend pretended the camera belonged to her so there wouldn’t be any ideas of “creepiness” from me if I knew she gave her camera to someone to take our picture. I eventually found out, but wasn’t worried about it. I was glad to take the picture with her.
I believe that this happened later that night after dress rehearsal and this has become one of my favorite stories of ours. After a run through of our show we went back into Bader Gym (Now a circle of cement…) and I needed help. You see, whoever made my costume for me thought I could fit into a shirt that was the equivalent of a youth small. I wear a XXL. It was white and very tight. I was wearing makeup. Anyone who has worn makeup knows that makeup and white shirts don’t mix. I couldn’t simply pull the shirt off or that white shirt would have been ruined after the first show. I needed help to get it over my head without getting makeup all over the shirt. (Please don’t judge me for wearing makeup. It’s a part of the show!)
I walked back into the gym and she was there. I looked at her and said, “Would you mind helping me take my shirt off?” (I had another shirt under it. Don’t worry.) She stepped up on to one of the bleachers and helped me pull the shirt over my head and no makeup was on the shirt when we were done. I smiled, she smiled, the birds were singing and swirling around our heads…well, maybe it was because I was finally able to breathe and oxygen was finally returning to my body. Either way, we smile.
To be continued...
I would say our story begins before we ever meet. We grew up about 20 minutes apart from each other but never met until we had been at a college of roughly 2,000 people for three years. We realized that we had been at many youth group events together and had many opportunities to meet but our paths never officially crossed.
They first crossed at Makin’ Music practice in 2007. I believe it was actually Makin Music Retreat which is the weekend before the actual show and you spend the entire weekend in a gym somewhere perfecting your show. We spotted each other a time or two but never really talked. That following week during the crazy week that precedes the official show, she approached me and gave her camera to a friend of hers to take our picture. The friend pretended the camera belonged to her so there wouldn’t be any ideas of “creepiness” from me if I knew she gave her camera to someone to take our picture. I eventually found out, but wasn’t worried about it. I was glad to take the picture with her.
I believe that this happened later that night after dress rehearsal and this has become one of my favorite stories of ours. After a run through of our show we went back into Bader Gym (Now a circle of cement…) and I needed help. You see, whoever made my costume for me thought I could fit into a shirt that was the equivalent of a youth small. I wear a XXL. It was white and very tight. I was wearing makeup. Anyone who has worn makeup knows that makeup and white shirts don’t mix. I couldn’t simply pull the shirt off or that white shirt would have been ruined after the first show. I needed help to get it over my head without getting makeup all over the shirt. (Please don’t judge me for wearing makeup. It’s a part of the show!)
I walked back into the gym and she was there. I looked at her and said, “Would you mind helping me take my shirt off?” (I had another shirt under it. Don’t worry.) She stepped up on to one of the bleachers and helped me pull the shirt over my head and no makeup was on the shirt when we were done. I smiled, she smiled, the birds were singing and swirling around our heads…well, maybe it was because I was finally able to breathe and oxygen was finally returning to my body. Either way, we smile.
To be continued...