We originally met at a New Year's Eve gathering at a friends house. James hadn't started attending MVBS yet, so I really didn't pay him to much attention. In 2003, as a Junior, James transferred to Huffman, and was literally the class clown. It might seem hard to believe, since he is kinda quiet most of the time, but this boy has jokes. I was a cheerleader, volleyball player, and basketball "player" (keep your comments to yourself). James played basketball too. So, we traveled a lot together. But, we really didn't talk too much during that first year. His senior year, he started flirting with me. Yep. And I was one giddy girl. I remember in the beginning telling my hair stylist all about him, and her asking me "Are ya'll sure ya'll are just friends? It sounds like you are in love with him?". Which was kinda the beginning of me realizing how much I cared about him. But, perpetually the jokester, he never asked for my number. In February 2005, shortly after Valentine's day, he finally did. It was soooo sweet. But did he call? Not for a little bit. However, when we finally started talking, we could never quit. I would pace for hours as our conversations went on to 10:00 (because that's as late as you are allowed to talk to boys on the phone), day after day. Fast forward three months, and James is graduating. For some reason, I hadn't heard from him in a while, I'm sure it was one of those silly things we do in High School, but, in the parking lot of Goody's, classy right, he asked me to be his date for dinner after graduation. So, on May 20, 2005, James graduated high-school, and took me to Applebees. Go big or go home, right? Afterwards, we watched a couple of awful movies on my couch, and finally he reached over and held my sweaty hand. I'll never forget it.
In Fall of 2005, I started at Parkway Christian Academy, and things were hard at first. James was at Jeff State, and I was surrounded by a whole new crowd of people. So, inevitably, we broke up a couple of times. Funny though, we would still talk every night, until I was over my crazy mood swings, and then be happily together again. One time, it was different. Things were not looking so good, and after leaving my house, he didn't come in or wave goodbye as he drove away. I remember being devastated, but, it had been my choice. Shorter that night, we got the call that James and his best friend had been in a wreck while mudding. That night everything got put in perspective. We talked and cried for hours, and we finally said the "L" word. And, truly, from that moment, our lives were never the same. My grandmother spent the next year begging me not to run away and get married on graduation night, at least not without telling them.
So, the next few years, we spent pretty much all our time together. Our houses were literally 5 minutes apart, so I would hang out there until 10:00, because even when you are in college, you can't stay with boys after 10:00. I finished my program at UAB, got my first full-time job, or as I refer to it, my real job, because Teaching Things is just too wonderful to be considered a job. And I waited for a ring. I drove James crazy. Every time someone got engaged, I would be sure to point it out to him, and make sure he realized how ready I was. But, James, James is a planner. He never wanted to put us in a position were we weren't ready to fully support ourselves. So in December 2009, I finally got my ring. My dreams were finally coming true! I married my Superman in October 2010, and I'm so glad he made me wait. We have our dream home, a loveable dog, and a sweet kitty, and nobody but God knows what the future holds for our little family.
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