Because a girl met a boy…

I met my husband in the fall of 1990 and I honestly cannot explain what it was that drew me to him, but I was certainly drawn in.  Maybe it was those blue eyes and the mysterious grin or the way he made everyone laugh in an attempt to hide the vulnerability I spotted.  I was a very troubled, traumatized girl and had attempted to seal myself off from everyone and everything, but, for some reason, that boy leaning against the door frame between classes broke down the doors and found his way in.

Though we parted ways somewhere down the road, our paths continued to weave in and out with one another’s journey.  We shared mutual friends and both his mother and sister were my teachers at one point or another (I like to think I was a favorite student, but I was full of fears and often fell asleep in class when trying to hide in the corner).

Over the years, technology made it easier to cross paths online and send notes like, “Hi, everything is fabulous!” as if it were the truth.  We would share a pun or a quick joke and lose touch, but mutual friends created a link that was not easily broken.

When I found myself stumbling, tripping, and getting scraped up because of the direction my path had taken, he was one of the first to appear and say, “I want you to come home so you will have people who care about you nearby.  Let me be your friend and help you.”

It had been a long time since we had last shared a pun or a quick joke, so I was surprised by the concern in his voice.  Besides, I knew it was time to change the scenery and see something different when I looked out the window.  So, I packed up my Jeep with whatever would fit and I hit the road for a trek back across the country after more than a decade away from my hometown.

He was the one who kept track of my travels, he was the one who wanted to make sure I was safe, he wanted to wire me money to pay for gas, and he was the one who concerned himself with whether or not I had a roof, food, and a coat for the coming winter (while the roof and food were taken care of, I actually did not have a coat, because I didn’t need one where I had been living).

When I went to visit him at his house for the first time to help him with a project and cook up some deer meat, the address and location jolted me. The history attached to that house was astounding and, well, there he was on the very territory that has had a lot of significance in my life.  I found myself standing in the very room where my mother once had a baby shower as she waited for my birth.  And, out in the backyard, I pointed to the spot I had once been dumped in the alley.  Long story short, it wasn’t long before we both knew we would be getting married.  Once again, that boy broke through my locked doors and found his way in.

I walked down the aisle to him as he played the guitar and sang In Your Eyes by Peter Gabriel.  It was a song that we used to make out to in high school (sorry moms, but we’re married now so it is okay!).  I nearly wept in the middle of our ceremony as I realized those two teenagers from long ago were about to share a name as husband and wife.

My husband recently pulled out the guitar to sing that song for me again and we were both hit with some startling emotions as we realized how the lyrics have more meaning now than ever before.

This marriage has certainly seen some trials, but sometimes I think the trials allow the good things to shine more brightly and beautifully when the stormy clouds start to part.  Would we recognize the good stuff if it were not for the rough stuff?  Would the smoother travels seem as smooth without all of those bumps and boulders in the road?  I suppose it would be hard to recognize a treasure when we’ve found it if we had not also experienced great losses along the way.

Last night our daughter made a pallet in the living room with blankets and pillows while a cartoon flickered on the television screen.  She invited my husband and I both to lay with her and have a ‘sumparty’.  I looked around at the toys, the mountain of laundry, and the dishes in the sink and then just shrugged my shoulders and made my way to the floor as my daughter fluffed a pillow for me.  It wasn’t long before our 9 month-old son, 3 year-old daughter, my husband, and I were engaging in a gentle pillow fight and tickle fest.  The sound of laughter filled the house and there were happy squeals, shouts of delight, and much excitement.  Even the cat and the puppy joined in on the chaos.  My husband and I caught each other’s eyes across the room and we both felt the tears welling.  He mouthed “I love you” as I caught the whisper with my hand and placed it across my heart.

By some miracle and in spite of the twists and turns of those dusty, bumpy roads, that teenage boy and that teenage girl found their way back to each other.

High school sweethearts, 1990-1991

1 Corinthians 13:4-7

Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful;   it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth.  Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.

IN YOUR EYES – Peter Gabriel

This post appears in the book: Shattered in Him  © 2016 JD Mays


68 thoughts on “Because a girl met a boy…”

  1. That is such a great (continuing) love story! And I love the “Sorry moms” interlude; how sweet that both your moms read your stories! God must have really wanted to pair you too up, with all those synchronicities in your entwined lives. Oh by the way, we have a toddler and a baby too!

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  2. “Would we recognize the good stuff if it were not for the rough stuff? Would the smoother travels seem as smooth without all of those bumps and boulders in the road? I suppose it would be hard to recognize a treasure when we’ve found it if we had not also experienced great losses along the way.” This is such wisdom borne of experience. And the end result is so worth the struggles. You have much to be thankful for this holiday season!

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  3. Beautifully worded. Isn’t it simply amazing how God works things in life? It is only His hand that could do all of that, and I’m sure there is so much more to the story that proves the point even more. Also very special that you can still connect on that level as you did among the children and pets that evening. 🙂

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    1. I do not even know how to respond to everyone. I am a bit teary-eyed and so was my husband! 😀

      I am thankful and grateful that our love story has touched so many people! Wow! It kind of allows me to see things from a different perspective and realize that we really do have so much to be thankful for. And, I am seeing through the eyes of others just how powerfully the Lord has moved in both of our lives.

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  4. I met my wife? ( saw and fell in love! ) as she was 14 ! I was 18 – 19 … I have made a post in the past … been posting for over 3 years! I am now 54 she is 48 … I fall in love every day @ over and over again just like the film my 50 first dates? From Drew Barymore and Adam Sandler?

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      1. Im the lucky one! She would get along fine … without me! I am the one that would be lost! Thank you … Every day I find happiness through people like you! Thank you … thank you .. and thank you … my dear. Bless you and your family and all those who have the luck to get into contact with you. Its a God blessing.

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  5. A beautiful story for what I am sure is a solid and true love! We all have trials with the ones we marry…I’ve come to believe it is because the feelings we come to have for our spouses grow so deep that they can be rattled more easily than our feelings for others. They also can be fixed with the proper effort, and most of us want to do that more so than with others because it’s our husbands and wives…(run on, and on). Sorry! Anyway, enjoy your days and may God bless all of you…

    Steve 🙂

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  6. You have a beautiful love story and a man that saw your value in the midst of your chaos. Every marriage faces trials, it’s part of life that tests our dependence on the one who pulls us through to the other side. Loved this! 😉

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  7. I am crying… hahahaha. T_T (The imagery in your words was making me tear up and I decided to play the song as I imagined your wedding.. and..) Well, this is quite embarrassing.. but.. geez. This is so BEAUTIFUL! *sniff* The story.. how you tell it.. the image.. the love.. Ugh, I can’t even utter complete sentences now. T_T

    I know I haven’t met you or your family personally.. but I LOVE YOU GUYS! Haha. T_T Sorry. Am I fangirling? No, not really. I’m just so amazed with your life story from then to now… and how love conquers all (in so many ways we can only imagine)

    Okay, I have to post my Featured Warrior thing now. :/ Big hugs to you!

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  8. Wow, this was amazing. Thank you for sharing your story JD, it was very beautiful. I just got married this past August so I am happy to see a married couple in love in the Lord. I am ecstatic that you two found each other and entered into a covenant before God together. Blessing and love to you and your family.

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