How my husband and I met

 

 

My husband and I met in an incredible way. One of my older sisters introduced him to me. We used to see each other in church and talk occasionally on the phone on a purely friendly basis. We spent weeks like this. He was supposed to help me with information regarding the school system here in the US. I lost his phone number and out of pride, even though I would see him twice a week in the church, I couldn’t ask him for the number again. We simply didn't communicate for weeks.

Then through my sister, we reconnected again. We started chatting again.On occasions we talked on the phone about school and other things. As we began to get closer as friends, the dialogues became longer and more substantial. We timidly started to talk about ourselves and before we knew it, we couldn’t let go of the phone once a conversation began. We kept on going on for hours. We started to have intimate feelings for each other. But his feelings were stronger. 

From the beginning of our mutual friendship, most in my family did not like him. They thought he was a player based on his past experiences and the name he had made for himself among the girls of the town.

Shortly after, we started dating. I called the closest family members, including my father, to tell them about my new relationship with Bob. I remember it was a Sunday evening. When I broke the news to them, it was like a volcano that erupted. My entire family was against what they’d heard. Despite all the dull and alarming predictions, and all the negativity around me, I stood by my decision.

After a short time dating, we were ready to get really serious since we loved each other so much. When we decided to get married, some people thought our marriage would never last. They were predicting all sorts of negative stuff happening to us. Obviously some were jealous about our relationship. But all of that made me love him more because he was so different from what people were saying. I felt like if I let go, those same people saying I was going  nowhere with Bob would jump on him and take him away. They opened my eyes and I opened my heart even more. Strangely enough, they gave me more reasons to love him even more and more.

Finally we got married. We had approximately four hundred guests at our wedding reception night. It was a beautiful day on 07/03/2004. I remember when he saw me with my beautiful white gown dress, our eyes met and we smiled. It was the most important and special day in my life. Because we were defeating with every step toward each other in the church all the bad predictions people had said. We had stayed strong, positive and clung to each other despite the tornadoes around us.  

For our first wedding anniversary, we flew to the Bahamas for one week. It was a time of joy, of victory, of celebration. It was also a time for prayer giving thanks to God and a time of profound thinking about our short past and incredibly long future. We were happy to have overcome all the obstacles. We did not let people decide on the most important thing in our lives. Now we’ve been married for more than ten years. Our marriage is stronger than ever. I’m mostly thankful to God because he gave me a friend before anything, then a husband.