Happy Friday, y'all!
Today is a very fun and special day for a number of reasons.
1. It's my fella's birthday today!
2. He has been putting up with me for a whole 24th of his life!
3. We are hanging out in a few hours! Sooo excited!
Ok great, now go ahead and just skip down to the verse at the bottom.
Oh, you're still reading?
Ok well,
This is a new type of post for me, as I have never been one to completely mush and gush over...as the ladies around here would call it....my steady beau.
So for those of you who have asked about that beau/fella/talk drink of water...for one day only...today is your day.
It's because I love you.
You're welcome.
Yet I am also sorry, because this is a long one. :)
Here we go!
It's because I love you.
You're welcome.
Yet I am also sorry, because this is a long one. :)
Here we go!
Remember him?
The tall drink?
Great!
The story of how he came to be the beau/fella/tall drink that graces that blog with 2 followers is more of what I'd call: a lesson in timing.
Ecclesiastes 3:11- The Lord makes everything beautiful in its time.
Andrew and I both showed up as little freshman at the best university on the planet in the Fall of 2006.
Where over the years:
We both lived in the horseshoe.
We both went to FCA.
We both knew almost all the same people.
We both even went to the same functions.
There I am: pale and oblivious.
Yet, despite seeing him around and in friends' pictures, we never met until the Spring of 2010.
There I am: still pretty pale and with hair that looks like a bumpit commercial without an actual need for a bumpit.
Where we went to the same function.
This time together.
With people we both knew.
That we met through FCA...when we stepped onto Clemson's campus in the Fall of 2006.
We had the most amazing time ever and I just knew I wanted him to be my boyfriend after three and a half minutes of sharing the same air!
Just kidding.
We were awkward.
see the above picture.
I talked the whole time!
Imagine that!
"Cool! You're majoring in Construction Science? My dad owns a remodeling company!!"
"Yes."
"Wow! You're going to pilot training after you graduate? My brother-in-law is a pilot!"
"Mmmhmm."
"You like to play basketball? Neatoooo me too!"
"Cool."
"Did you play football? I love football!"
"No. I didn't."
Clearly desperate for something to share at this point, I reach for my monogrammed bright green soft cooler and pull out the backup.
Well...uh...would you like a bourbon and coke?"
"Sure."
Woop! A small victory!
After that, we (meaning I) didn't really talk for a few weeks.
Until I ran into him on my way downtown...on a Tuesday.
"Oh, hey!"
"You're going downtown on a Tuesday?"
"Uh..yea..uh...it's my birthday."
"Oh! Have fun."
Great. This boy clearly thinks I'm an alcoholic.
For the second time.
Nice.
Then, for some reason after that, we saw each other everywhere:
the pool, downtown, at friends' houses, at midnight stadium sneak-ins.
And for some reason or another, we started to actually like each other.
And we started to actually...converse.
And then, it was time for me to graduate and leave Clemson forever to go to law school and we said it could never work! The end!
Just kidding.
Summer rolled around, and for some reason...we just kept hanging out!
Despite living two hours away, we would find each other at parties, we'd venture down 85 to the great place we met at months prior (Clemson, people) to learn more about each other and spend carefree days in the sun, we went on our first real date, and we didn't think about the year ahead.
There I am: tan (finally) yet still awkward. Thanks.
Then. It was August.
Oh August!
And we were sitting there, by the lake, talking (woohoo, victory) and the topic came up: should we try to date three hours apart during a certain big-haired girl's first year of law school?
"I mean. We really like each other, why not? I think it's worth it. Do you?"
This time, it was me, the infamous Chatty Cathy, not being able to form complete sentences.
It was kind of like this, friends:
I will not like this boy.
I will not enter into a relationship two weeks before orientation.
I want to be single.
I have a lot ahead of me.
I do not need such a precious, cute, fun, sweet distraction.
I will not like this boy.
I will not like thi...
I will nooot liiii....
I wiii-uhh...
Iiiiiiiiiii...eeee..uuu..aahhhh!!!!!
"Um...ok."
Bless.
Despite my sudden case of neurosis of the tongue, the adventure began. :)
Then it was Fall.
Where we learned how to talk on the phone (wow), and found a saving grace in a little bit of technology we all call "gchat".
..and Winter
Where we almost didn't know what to do with ourselves getting to spend consecutive days in each other's company.
...and then Spring rolled around
which included a complete disregard for the price of gas, weekend visits, and listening to my sales notes on the ole ipod heading back from his commissioning a day before the exam
And, whew, I'll be Jim Brown, now it's Summer! Again!
And although sooo much has happened since that first "Should we try this out?" chat a whole year ago- mainly the life-killer that is 1L of law school, and the distance, and my overall weirdness....and now 1P of pilot training (yes, I made up 1P)- I can't imagine it any other way!
Andrew, the guy who I was never able to put a finger on for months, the one who there just seemed "something about", is now one of my best friends and richest blessings.
I can never say too many great things about him.
He loves Jesus. He's kind. He takes me to Chickfila. He shares his ice cream. He's oh-so handsome. He dances with me without a (external) sign of embarrassment. He serves. He prays for our friends and family and our relationship. He makes me laugh. He works hard. He encourages me. He gets me (bless).
So now that I have drug you poor reader through my long, awkward story. I leave you with this:
If you're faced with a situation (good or bad) and your human brain, despite it's type a workings that make you want to figure it all out right now right away in list form, can't seem to imagine how it will all work out...
Remember, loves:
Ecclesiastes 3:11- The Lord makes everything beautiful in its time.
Our God is faithful. Give those plans of yours to him. He holds the plans. And they are beautiful!
And Andrew, if you happen to be reading,
Happiest of birthdays and I'll see you in a few!
Hope everyone has awesome weekends-
Lizanne
The story of how he came to be the beau/fella/tall drink that graces that blog with 2 followers is more of what I'd call: a lesson in timing.
Ecclesiastes 3:11- The Lord makes everything beautiful in its time.
Andrew and I both showed up as little freshman at the best university on the planet in the Fall of 2006.
Where over the years:
We both lived in the horseshoe.
We both went to FCA.
We both knew almost all the same people.
We both even went to the same functions.
Yet, despite seeing him around and in friends' pictures, we never met until the Spring of 2010.
Where we went to the same function.
This time together.
With people we both knew.
That we met through FCA...when we stepped onto Clemson's campus in the Fall of 2006.
We had the most amazing time ever and I just knew I wanted him to be my boyfriend after three and a half minutes of sharing the same air!
Just kidding.
We were awkward.
see the above picture.
I talked the whole time!
Imagine that!
"Cool! You're majoring in Construction Science? My dad owns a remodeling company!!"
"Yes."
"Wow! You're going to pilot training after you graduate? My brother-in-law is a pilot!"
"Mmmhmm."
"You like to play basketball? Neatoooo me too!"
"Cool."
"Did you play football? I love football!"
"No. I didn't."
Clearly desperate for something to share at this point, I reach for my monogrammed bright green soft cooler and pull out the backup.
Well...uh...would you like a bourbon and coke?"
"Sure."
Woop! A small victory!
After that, we (meaning I) didn't really talk for a few weeks.
Until I ran into him on my way downtown...on a Tuesday.
"Oh, hey!"
"You're going downtown on a Tuesday?"
"Uh..yea..uh...it's my birthday."
"Oh! Have fun."
Great. This boy clearly thinks I'm an alcoholic.
For the second time.
Nice.
Then, for some reason after that, we saw each other everywhere:
the pool, downtown, at friends' houses, at midnight stadium sneak-ins.
And for some reason or another, we started to actually like each other.
And we started to actually...converse.
And then, it was time for me to graduate and leave Clemson forever to go to law school and we said it could never work! The end!
Just kidding.
Summer rolled around, and for some reason...we just kept hanging out!
Despite living two hours away, we would find each other at parties, we'd venture down 85 to the great place we met at months prior (Clemson, people) to learn more about each other and spend carefree days in the sun, we went on our first real date, and we didn't think about the year ahead.
Then. It was August.
Oh August!
And we were sitting there, by the lake, talking (woohoo, victory) and the topic came up: should we try to date three hours apart during a certain big-haired girl's first year of law school?
"I mean. We really like each other, why not? I think it's worth it. Do you?"
This time, it was me, the infamous Chatty Cathy, not being able to form complete sentences.
It was kind of like this, friends:
I will not like this boy.
I will not enter into a relationship two weeks before orientation.
I want to be single.
I have a lot ahead of me.
I do not need such a precious, cute, fun, sweet distraction.
I will not like this boy.
I will not like thi...
I will nooot liiii....
I wiii-uhh...
Iiiiiiiiiii...eeee..uuu..aahhhh!!!!!
"Um...ok."
Bless.
Despite my sudden case of neurosis of the tongue, the adventure began. :)
Then it was Fall.
Where we learned how to talk on the phone (wow), and found a saving grace in a little bit of technology we all call "gchat".
..and Winter
Where we almost didn't know what to do with ourselves getting to spend consecutive days in each other's company.
...and then Spring rolled around
which included a complete disregard for the price of gas, weekend visits, and listening to my sales notes on the ole ipod heading back from his commissioning a day before the exam
And, whew, I'll be Jim Brown, now it's Summer! Again!
And although sooo much has happened since that first "Should we try this out?" chat a whole year ago- mainly the life-killer that is 1L of law school, and the distance, and my overall weirdness....and now 1P of pilot training (yes, I made up 1P)- I can't imagine it any other way!
Andrew, the guy who I was never able to put a finger on for months, the one who there just seemed "something about", is now one of my best friends and richest blessings.
I can never say too many great things about him.
He loves Jesus. He's kind. He takes me to Chickfila. He shares his ice cream. He's oh-so handsome. He dances with me without a (external) sign of embarrassment. He serves. He prays for our friends and family and our relationship. He makes me laugh. He works hard. He encourages me. He gets me (bless).
So now that I have drug you poor reader through my long, awkward story. I leave you with this:
If you're faced with a situation (good or bad) and your human brain, despite it's type a workings that make you want to figure it all out right now right away in list form, can't seem to imagine how it will all work out...
Remember, loves:
Ecclesiastes 3:11- The Lord makes everything beautiful in its time.
Our God is faithful. Give those plans of yours to him. He holds the plans. And they are beautiful!
And Andrew, if you happen to be reading,
Happiest of birthdays and I'll see you in a few!
Hope everyone has awesome weekends-
Lizanne
