You only have to ask once...

ETA: I think I fixed the commenting problem...if not, would someone email me and let me know? Thanks Hos, for alerting me :)


I love my husband-- I've loved him for nearly fifteen years and I love talking about him and us and our story. You asked for it-- I shall deliver!

Jeremiah and I first met when his family (homeschooling at the time) attended a performance of our chorale, which must have been Christmas, 1995-- the year I was sixteen.We were doing a show called "All Is Well". I was, at the time, sporting this look:

That's me, second from the left, with the weird smirk)


Needless to say, I didn't exactly knock his socks off initially. Matter of fact, he may not even remember this encounter. He swears he does, but I have my doubts...

The fall of 1995, J's family (four brothers) joined our home school Music Club-- The Storysingers. Ohhh my. I wonder if Mrs M. knew what she was doing. She just walked right into a chicken house full of hormonal teenage hens and set down not one, not two, but THREE fine young foxes :D Granted, Ben was pretty young at the time, but you all know how that turned out. Young foxes are the most dangerous kind, apparently.

Basically every girl in our group had a crush on those boys at one point or another that first year. (Do NOT try to deny it, girls, you know the truth. I was there, and I was watching...) I took my turn like the rest, but it was short-lived. I was turning 17, after all. It was time to get serious about marriage and such. I wasn't getting any younger. And I was determined to find an Older Man.

But there was something about that young man. He was quiet. Shy-ish. Intellectual. Boyishly handsome. And oh! be still my heart! His hair curled all up around his ears and there was this one perfect curl right in the middle of the back of his neck that just made me swoon. And his hands... I have a thing about hands, have I mentioned that? He has long thin fingers and squared off, manly nails. *swoon again*

Ahem.

Anyway. He also read Tolkein and Lewis, loved fantasy novels, was a math whiz and an excellent writer as well. It proved to be an irresistible package. Friendship and long conversations about books and our Faith gradually turned into something special-- something more than friendship. Something new... something exciting.

Or at least, for me it did. Unfortunately J is one of those endearing people who suddenly looks up and realizes they are in the middle of a forest and have no idea how they came to be there. All the way up through the winter of '97-'98-- his senior year at a private high-school, J did not look up. He did not notice he was standing in the middle of the forest, nor did he notice that there was a lovesick...let's go with hen, since I'm using up my quota of metaphors pretty quick here... trailing after him through that forest. Things did not look good for me. Not good at all, folks.