Four Years Ago.

Sorry for the delay in my 23 week update. It's coming. I promise. Hopefully tomorrow. I have a ton of topics I want to blog about, just having a hard time coming up with the time to sit down and write them. My days off (Monday & Wednesday) are my normal blogging days, since I don't like to sit in front of the computer once Mr. Skinny comes home. But this past Monday was hectic, I had a to-do list a mile long, including going to town to get some things to rip down our wallpaper, hideous wallpaper, in our bedroom. Today, I'm going to meet a new-ish friend for lunch (hopefully writing a topic on that), and then it's time for me to make dinner for today and tomorrow. I like my days packed, but I also like my time to do what I want, especially considering that I know most, if not all of that, is going out the window in about 4ish months.

Okay, so four years ago today, Mr. Skinny proposed to me. I don't know if I've divulged in our history before, forgive me if I did (blame prego-brain), but I wanted to do that today.

It all started way back in 5th grade. Yes, really. I started 5th grade at a new elementary school because I live in the sticks and our elementary school only went up to 4th grade, they've since remodeled, but that was what happened to me. Like any other 11 year old girl, I found a guy to have a crush on. He had dimples and glasses. So what does an 11-year old girl do to that boy? Why, poke his dimples and steal his glasses. Duh, that's how she tells him she likes him. Said boy thought that this girl was really annoying and just put up with her.

Yep, Mr. Skinny and I in 5th grade.

Fast forward a few years, to eighth grade. This girl had a boyfriend who was a jerk, but whatever, he thought she loved him. Psh. The boy like the girl, but new she was "going out" with this other boy, but they still hung out every day in 5th period, telling the study hall teacher that they were going to the library, and telling the librarian they were going back to study hall. They hung out with another couple who was actually dating and the boy and girl flirted. A lot.

 The next year, in 9th grade, the girl and her boyfriend broke up, and the boy who she flirted with was still her friend and they still hung out in school a lot.  That summer was a hard one for the girl. It was spent hanging out with some friends, but it being her first "single" summer in a few years, she was a little down.  She actually thought about the boy a lot that summer and thought about calling him to hang out, even looking his phone number up in the phone book (remember those days??). She never got the courage up to do it though.

The boy had an equally hard summer. He's an extremely hard worker and spent his summer working at a banquet hall every weekend, trying to save enough money to finish his 1982 CJ7 jeep. After work each night, he'd come home and steal a beer from his dad, because that's what his dad did when he wanted to relax. When he wasn't working, he was with his dad or grandfather, helping them with something around the house. He never hung out with friends, he helped his family or worked.

Once school started that year, tenth grade, the boy and girl met up again and talked. The girl still remembers that first day hello, awkward since they both kind of liked each other, but they didn't say anything. The next month was a blur, but they hung out every Friday after school, walking to a restaurant for dinner before the girl had to cheer at the football game. The boy watching each game that he could. Finally, a month after school started, the girl and boy started dating, and the rest is history.

Us at semi in 10th grade. 

They made it through those last 3 years of high school, never breaking up once, always sticking together. They were voted class couple of their senior class.

The girl went away to college, 200 miles and 3 hours away to college. They still never broke up. That first semester was tough, the first month the boy didn't have a car, and all they could do was talk on the phone each night, and they did. They were determined to make it work.

In January, the boy had a dream that it was time for them to get engaged. So he went to the mall, and picked out a ring, with the girl's guidelines, of course. He wanted to wait until Valentine's Day, but was too nervous he was going to loose the ring. He had a plan, he was going to bring the girl back to his apartment, make dinner and propose, but the girl was nervous about this plan. She didn't want her mom to find out that she was staying at his apartment overnight, so she tried to lie to her mom, even though her mom knew the plan from the boy already. Both of their families knew that he was going to propose. The weather almost stopped them. The normal 2 hour drive from the boy's apartment to the girl's college took about 5 hours with the snow and slush. He picked her up and brought her back to his apartment.

They made pizza and caesar salad for dinner. Just before the girl started eating, the boy said "wait" and put a flannel jacket (ironically the one that belong to the girl's boyfriend from 8th grade). He said he had a surprise. When the boy took the jacket off the girl's head, he made her close her eyes, and he got down on one knee.

"Megan, you know I love you. Will you marry me?"

When she opened her eyes, there he was, on one knee with the perfect engagement ring in a box, waiting for an answer.

"Of course" she replied.

Then she ran to get her phone to text her friends and her parents as well got the boy's computer to update her Facebook status and relationship status. Clearly, this was the engagement of an 18 year old and a 19 year old.

The only picture I have of the night we got engaged.

Fast forward nearly two years, and they got married!

And yet another two years, and they are expecting their first baby together!

Hard to believe it all started with a crush on a boy way back in 5th grade. God definitely worked on our lives and brought us together in perfect timing. Sure, we might be young, but there is no doubt in my mind that this is where we're supposed to be. We've gone through our ups and downs, but our love holds us together - I know, how corny. 

Oh, and Mr. Skinny's jeep still isn't done, and if I would have tried to call him that summer before we started dating, I would have ended up calling his grandparents house because he has the same middle name as him when I thought that he would have had the same middle name as his dad. That would have been awkward, I'm really glad I didn't call him actually. 

Tell me:

Do you think that some people are too young to get engaged or married? 

How did you meet your significant other?