You remember the story about my first kiss? Surely. SHIRLEY, you do. I’m laughing and crying into my keyboard as I type this. Dear Lord, what an awkward time for me.
Leigh, beautiful blog-friend Leigh, has been doing a series called This Is How We Met. It has been such a blast reading other folks’ stories about chance or not-so-chance first encounters with their significant other. Today it’s my turn! Head over there and catch up. Start with mine, of course… because you and I are family. FAMLEE. And then read the rest of them. And then come back and tell me how You met Yours.
I’ll get you started:
Curt and I met, like most couples in the Free World, at a women’s retreat. A large, overnight ministry women’s retreat.
That is absolutely true. That February 2002 weekend was the Young Life Women’s retreat near San Diego, and I was the host… which is a fancy way of saying I collected the money and made sure everyone had towels. Kevin and Curt came down to volunteer and help me get some side-work done in-between me racing to find toilet paper for the front bathrooms. Women’s Retreats are serious about their toilet paper and paper towels. Men’s Retreats, not so much.
So, I was busy and single and 25. Of course, I was meeting quality men left and right… youth ministry and YoungLife in particular are GREAT for that, but they all came on Friday and left on Sunday. I lived on a virtual island of awesome… solitude.
…and the rest is right HERE.
More of our story can be found in the Our Story posts.
Thursday, the timeline series continues with junior high and high school. I figure I might as well just put all my embarrassment out there in one single week and get it over with.