All Is Grace

So, a month ago…

…I married him.

🙂

I know. I haven’t blogged in a long time. And much has happened…hehe…you know…like my whole life has changed a little bit.

Just a little bit.

What’s funny is that I can’t even remember where I left off in the story except to tell you that I met him. That his name was Joey. And that I knew him before that first meeting. (Maybe that was it.)

Our first date? We met at an ice cream place on a Friday night (6/1) and sat on a picnic table in a blowing rainstorm discussing religion and politics. And vehemently disagreeing. About a lot of things. For four hours. But…most of those things were semantics. Calvinism versus Armenianism. He was raised baptist, I was raised Wesleyan. Ooo, the conversations.

I came home (sopping wet and freezing) and told my parents (who were hanging out with my kids) that I couldn’t decide if I ever wanted to see him again. He infuriated me and made me crazy about him all in the same conversation. On our first date. We made tentative plans on Saturday to see each other Sunday. Up until an hour before the date, I fully intended to text and tell him I didn’t feel well and I couldn’t make it.

I didn’t. Feel well, that is. My head was pounding from the headache caused by the lack of sleep caused by thinking about everything we had talked about.

And him.

Also, I didn’t text and cancel.

Shocker.

We met for Chinese buffet (actually, Mongolian grill…), and talked for another 4 and a half hours (and got really tired of the girl asking us in very broken English “More to drink?”), and disagreed more. Don’t get me wrong…in four and a half hours, there was much about which we agreed…however…it’s hard not to notice the disagreement. Again…infuriated.

Opinionated. Strong-willed. Pessimist/realist. All the things I am too.

It was that day I had to make a choice: choose to walk away. Or choose to fall in love with him.

In a lot of ways, I think it would have been easier for both of us if we walked away. But more on that later. (No, really. I promise.)

I made my choice.

And today…we celebrate a month since our wedding day.