The question that everyone loves to ask and I seriously try to avoid. A number of you have asked over the years of me blogging and I've never replied - however, I am finally ready to answer it - you've asked and here goes. Beware - this is going to get wordy and will probably be continued several times.
Let's see if I can dig into my memory banks to the very beginning of this story ..... wow, it is dusty in there! Ok, here we go - my very first memory of an interest in boys dates back to 1981. I was five years old and in Kindergarten at Tomahawk Elementary in Overland Park, KS. (Oh, just wait you are going to learn all kinds of things about me in this story!)
I remember a sixth grade crossing guard catching my attention - my memory only holds three facts about him - two that I've already mentioned (sixth grade, crossing guard) and the third was that he had rosy cheeks. Don't ask me if he really did - but that is what I remember. I wasn't always going for older men though - I also had an eye for a boy in my class. I only remember three things about him too. He was in my class, his name was Brodie and he had lots of freckles. I still have a thing for freckles...
Now there seems to be a big gap in the romance department of my memory aside from Charles P. who loved to play with my hair during afternoon read aloud story time in Mrs. Frankmore's third grade class at Roosevelt Elementary.
Moving on, by now I am in sixth grade - have moved four times and am in my fourth school since the days of freckles and crossing guards. I don't remember much about Chip - he had glasses and rosy cheeks (a pattern?) and I sort of recall he gave me some sort of Valentine card which I must not have wanted and must have told him so because for the next year and a half he called me "smurf" and "shorty" and who knows what other short-related names. Have I ever mentioned I am only five feet tall and I was even shorter then!
Now I'm in 8th grade - and going to a Christian school (which I graduated from) and it is another Valentine's Day and Nate filled my locker with flowers, a teddy bear, chocolates and a balloon. I was embarrassed. I feel bad even now at how I must've broken his heart ... yet, God had a plan in mind.
I dreamed my way through High School wanting a date to the Jr/Sr Banquet - but as of my graduation from HS, I had just turned 18 and never had a date to anything. Our senior banquet had been held out at Glen Eyrie and so began my love of that place and my desire to get married there.
This pattern continued for a few more years and all this time I knew that what I wanted was to be at home. To be a wife and a mom. And, to marry someone who loved God and supported me wanting to be at home.
I was working full time at the school I graduated from as Varsity Cheerleading Coach, Registrar and Athletic Director's Secretary. And, as time went by - I had a new boss. After a while, he wanted to set me up with a friend of his. So, here it was my first date - a blind date.
To be continued ............ (yes, I know that is really mean - it was just too perfect a spot to pause)