My husband is what most would describe as my "high school sweetheart". We have known each other since we were small children but we officially became friends when I was 15 and he was 17. There is so much to describe about him and myself. About our past, our current life, and the future that we plan. But for today, I want to share the moment I first fell in love with him.
I was 16 and I was at school wishing I was at home in bed. You see I had an awful cold and was feeling gross and under the weather. It was about time for my first hour to start, English with Mr. G. I hadn't seen Matt yet but I was texting away, complaining about each ailment I was feeling. He was trying to make me feel better with words but that really makes no difference when it comes to an illness. He told me he was coming and wanted to see me before class but the tardy bell rang. Not that I cared, I wanted to see him too.
And that is when it happened! He ran up to me with saltine crackers and a bottle of 7up. He knew he would be late but had decided to run to the store and pick me up a little something for my cold. That, my friends, was the moment I fell in love with him. I gave him a hug, for the first time. He is not a very touchy person and this had been quite awkward for him, but I could care less, I was on cloud nine.
Now I am sure all of you are thinking, who cares? 7up? What a silly little girl with a naive little heart. He is seventeen, he is a boy, he is in high school; he could care less if he was late to class. And this is my simple response to any ignorant thoughts. If you knew his step mom, if she were your mom; trust me, you wouldn't dare be late to class.
