jeremy and i went on a quick trip to utah this weekend. we were sitting on the plane when he leans over and says, "it's a good thing i was really persistent when we met, or we probably wouldn't be here." i laughed because it's no secret that i was completely not interested in him. in fact, we scheduled four or five dates before we actually made it on one. i faked sick, pretended to have something else going on, he canceled on me just to prove a point [cut us some slack, we were in high school!]. but we finally went out, and well, here we are. seven years later. married.
and it got me thinking, wondering how i got here.
i don't mean that in a where-do-babies-come-from sort of way, but a how-did-i-get-to-this-exact-moment-in-my-life sort of way. i know thoughts like that usually have a negative connotation to them, but mine was just the opposite.
it's funny, you know, how life never really seems to end up how you think it will, yet it's better than anything you ever could have planned for yourself. as a 16 year old girl going to efy, i would have laughed in your face had you told me i was going to meet my husband there [and my dad probably wouldn't have let me go ;)]. and then i would've laughed some more if you'd said i'd be one of those girls that sends her boyfriend off on a mission, "waits" for him, and then marries him.
and as i was laying there with my husband while we re-watched the asu game [you guys thought i was kidding, huh?] i had this overwhelming feeling come over me. i felt content. content in that moment, but more importantly, content with my life in that moment.
i spend a lot of time fantasizing about our future together, waiting for kids and a bigger car and a better wardrobe and an unlimited sephora budget. and it causes me to forget what's happening in front of me. but oh, how wonderful my life is. with this man, in our house, close to our families. with good jobs and jeremy's [almost complete] education. with a lot of really good friends and an amazing ward at church.
^^i realize this picture has nothing to do with this post, but blog posts with pictures are better. and i just really, really love him.
i guess there are a lot of things that got me here. the only reason i even attended that particular efy session was because i had a falling out with a friend [you know, high school..] and i cried a lot over it, but look where it got me? here. and all those people that told me i'd be wasting two years "waiting" for a boy on a mission were wrong, because that got me here, too.
here, feeling so content watching a football game with my husband. who knew?