I read somewhere that as a blogger, one
should not tell a chronological story because it assumes that
everyone is going to read all of your blogs but that is not the
reality of it. Since this blog is a personal outlet for me, I am
going to do just that. I'm going to tell the story, chronologically.
I'm going to make an entry whenever the idea comes to my head. This
is where I will start...
I met Chris when I was only fifteen
years old. He was twenty. My first impression of him was that he was
way smart and innocent. He had big glasses and he parted his hair on
the side. He wore polo shirts and dress pants. He came off socially
awkward to me which was fine because I was also. He was too smart to
hold a conversation with us normal people. I had different reasons
for my social problems. I just didn't enjoy the company of others. He
was attending Cal State San Bernardino studying physics. I had no
idea when I met him that he would have the slightest bit of interest
in me.
Chris's brother and my sister were set
up on a blind date. Thankfully, they hit it off and nine months
later, he proposed to my sister. My sister thought that it would be a
fun idea to introduce me to Chris. How cool would it be for sisters
to marry brothers? Sure, maybe I was too young to be thinking about
marriage at that point but it was a nice idea. Our siblings decided
to partner Chris and myself up to create invitations and handouts for
their wedding. This was our first project together and it was a
success.
If you were to tell me that just a few
months later, at sixteen I was going to be completely and totally
smitten by the man that I was going to spend the rest of my life
with, I would tell you that you're crazy. But, that is exactly what
happened.
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