Paul and I had our first date. It doesn’t take a mathematician to realize that Paul and I have not had the ideal “length” of a relationship before it is socially acceptable to get married these days. When people find out how long we have been together their face says it all. Most people think we are crazy, and I’m not denying that we aren’t, but I also wouldn’t change a thing.
Our first date was so easy. We talked about everything, and when we got up to leave neither of us was ready for the date to be over. Unfortunately, since I’d just had knee surgery a week prior I wasn’t really able to do anything, so we said our goodbyes with huge smiles. I immediately called my sister to tell her about it. I explained how conversation was so easy, I felt so comfortable with him, and he seemed like such a great guy. I didn’t want to get ahead of myself, but for some reason I just felt that we would have some kind of future relationship. I had no idea what it would entail, but I knew there would be another date. There was… the next day, and then everyday after that.
Paul and I both have birthday’s in June, and with the help of my friend Malarie, they planned a trip for the four of us (Malarie, Eric – her then boyfriend, now husband, Paul and myself) to go to Destin for the weekend to celebrate my birthday. It was during this trip, only 19 days after our first date, that I knew I was completely in love with him. I wanted him to be the man I spent forever with. I didn’t tell him this then, but I knew it.
It wasn’t just apparent to Paul and I though. Our families knew. I went shopping with my sister, and her exact words were, “David and I think you’re going to marry him.” This was about two weeks after our first date. My parents knew the first time they met him. After we got engaged, my dad let me in on a secret. After they met Paul, they knew they had to start saving up for a wedding in the future. Paul’s mom may have been my biggest fan from the start. She hadn’t even met me yet, and she was ready for Paul to propose (he must have really talked me up to her…).
Paul and I don’t celebrate our dating anniversary anymore (especially not with our first wedding anniversary coming up next month!), but I still love it. Our little whirlwind relationship timed perfectly by God. He answered both of our prayers on June 5, 2012, and 19 quick days later I knew I wanted this guy in my future.