I was recently asked (by some awesome buddies) when I realized that I really liked the girl who would go on to become my wife.
At the time, I said that I didn’t think there was any single moment. But after a few days… I’ve changed my mind. There was a single moment. Not necessarily when I knew that I loved her, but when I thought she was awesome.
Well, like the TV show How I Met Your Mother, let me delay the answer for a moment while I tell you some important background information.
My wife and I met in a class at James Madison University. An education class. We ended up working in a group together. A few weeks later, we carpooled together to a school where we both had a practicum (it’s like student teaching, but earlier in the process of becoming a teacher). A few weeks after that, we started hanging out outside of class.
We first met at a Starbucks built into one of the dining areas at JMU. We sat across from each other, making small talk, not having any clue as to what we would end up meaning to each other.
Later, we would chat over coffee, play music together in one of her buddies’ basements, and she would even invite me to her parties.
The moment I knew that I really liked her happened at one of those parties.
That night, I walked into the house that she shared with three roommates. I crossed, the porch, stepped inside, made my way through the living room, and then it happened. The girl who would later become my wife was there, running around her own home, and throwing pieces of cantaloupe at some of her friends – they returned the favor.
The whole scene was entirely ridiculous to me. Ridiculous and awesome.
I tend to be rather… careful about keeping things clean. So, throwing sticky stuff around my own home… just for the fun of it… isn’t something that I would do.
But seeing her do it = awesome. She seemed so free, so happy!
I had never seen anyone doing anything like that.
And that was the moment that I knew that she was different from anyone I had ever met, someone who seemed larger than life, someone who stands out.
It wouldn’t be until years later that we would marry, but that was the day that it all started.
So, what about you? When did you know that you were in love? Tell me about it in the comments section.