And The Rest, As They Say, Is History

“Have you been outside?”

“What?”

“Outside. Have you been outside?”

“Um, no.”

“You need to go outside.”

“Uh, right now?”

“Yep. Go outside.”

I opened the front door and stood on the little porch outside my apartment. “Okay. I’m outside. Now why am I out here?”

“Because, it’s so gorgeous that I knew once you went outside you’d say, ‘I have to go on a picnic with Brian.’”

And that, my friends, in all its cheesy glory, is how it all began.

Backtracking to earlier: It was small group leaders’ retreat weekend, and I was on crutches with my knee wrapped due to a hyper-extension (my Mom always told me, “If you’re going to play volleyball like a boy, you can’t get hurt like a girl.”). I didn’t do much that weekend other than sit. And he sat with me. Playing cards, listening to talks, praying, playing his guitar. Our friend, Kimmer, watched from a distance and commented later that the sparks were flying. The Sunday morning after the retreat, he drove me to my apartment and offered to pick me up again at 10:30 to take me to church. I agreed and limped inside to shower and get ready.

Once ready, I plopped down on the couch in my quiet apartment and promptly fell asleep. I woke up to the phone ringing two hours later. Groggy, I glanced at the clock and shot up. It was 12:30… an hour and a half AFTER church was supposed to begin. Groaning, I reached for the phone to hear his voice.

“Hi.”

“Hi.”

“Ummm, soooo, I’m sorry I didn’t pick you up.”

The wheels began spinning in my mind. In my sleepy state, I still hadn’t grasped what he was saying. Then he continued, “I took a shower and got in my bed and fell asleep. I just woke up.”

Realization dawned on me and I laughed out loud, “It’s okay. Your phone call just woke me up.”

I heard his giggle, a giggle that still makes me laugh out loud whenever I hear it today. It was then that he told me to head outside…

I don’t remember what we talked about on that first date. I don’t remember what I was wearing as I hobbled beside him. I don’t remember what I did the rest of the afternoon once he dropped me off at home.

But there are things I remember about that day. I remember the power of the retreat. The repentance that swept over our group, and the lingering sense of God’s presence over us when we returned to campus. I remember picking up KFC and heading to the lake. I remember sitting on his tattered jean jacket by the water and talking for hours, learning about each other and life. I remember throwing bits of bread to the ducks. I remember his eyes, their warmth and sparkle. I can picture his jeans, holes in the knees and his purple Crusade t-shirt with his sandals. (I certainly didn’t choose him for his fashion sense… or his mullet.) I remember calling Monica, breathless with excitement.

I remember knowing, as I did the night I had met him weeks before. Don’t ask me how, but I knew on our first date, September 10th, thirteen years ago.

Just as I still know today. He is my ONE. My ONLY.

2 responses to “And The Rest, As They Say, Is History”

  1. You had to go and make me cry! 😉 Having been “with you” through so many other first dates with other boys somehow I knew too! Praising God for your love this morning! XO Mon

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  2. Melissa Bruining Teeter Avatar
    Melissa Bruining Teeter

    Angie,

    I’m sitting here thinking. . . and smiling. . . and remembering my first date with my one and only, how blessed I am, how head over heels I am, and I can’t help but think, does he know? I’m sure he does, but your words inspire me to tell him! Right now! And I will remind him often how blessed I am, how in love I am, and how I wouldn’t be who I am without him. Yay for godly husbands who love us and cherish us so well!

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