He was tall, tan, and had one of those buzz cuts that I found completely distasteful.
There was something about him though…
He walked cooly into the 4th period english class that we shared and proudly took a seat on the front row.
Every girl at our small private High School was intrigued by the new guy who had just moved to town and now roamed our hallways.
He intrigued me with the way he walked, with a humble confidence that held a sense of mystery, drawing in curiosity.
I saw him all the time, seeing as we ran with the same people and graduated with 110 in our class.
It wasn’t until February of 2010 that I realized that he saw me too.
Snow fell had not fallen on Montgomery, Alabama in 6 years, but it snowed.
The snow was perfect, beautiful, and the whole city bought out the bread, milk, and water from all the local grocery stores.
(it only snowed an inch)
My sisters took me around town to shop and scope out the beauty of our church building that had been covered in white. We snacked on gummy worms and Dr. Pepper, laughing at ourselves for being those people who were fascinated by snow.
We pulled back into the drive way of the house that raised me, I stepped out of the car, and there he stood, bundled up in layer after layer of sweat shirts.
“What are you doing here?” I asked, very confused as to how he even knew where I lived.
“Read the snow”.
I stepped out into the street to get a better view, and my front yard.
Junior/Senior was our high school’s version of prom.
I was ecstatic and felt completely amazed at his idea of asking.
“Where’s your car?” I asked.
“Well, my mom wouldn’t let me drive on the roads, so I walked.”
“You walked?” I replied. “How far?”
“Oh, about 6 miles.”
*Insert Swoon* 🙂
It wasn’t long after he walked 6 miles in the snow to ask me to prom that we started dating.
The rest was history. 🙂
Read ahead in the story of human history and you will see it all leads to a wedding.
They were heaven’s idea first. Like children we play house and practice eternity with our vows. We cry at weddings because our spirits catch a glimpse of what we were made for and what’s coming-
a bride, adorned in white, fully known, fully seen, and fully one.
1 year ago Sunday, we echoed eternity and it’s become even more sacred and special.
I encourage you to wait for the man who will walk for you, fight for you, pray for you, listen to you, encourage you, and love you when you are the most UN-loveable.
Wait for the man who see’s your heart and is un offended by its scars.
Wait for the man that makes your heart beat a little faster at the sound of his voice.
Wait for the man who has a history of goodness and fights to be good over evil.
Wait for the man who holds complete humility in all areas of his life.
Wait for the man who is a risk taker and a dreamer of big things.
Wait for the man who is always up for a late night pizza.
Wait for the man who can make your stomach hurt from laughing and dares you to live courageously.
Wait for the man who journeys with you in all the seasons of life and never gives up on you in the darkest ones.
Wait for the man who is willing to walk 6 miles in the snow for you,
so that one day you can walk to him.
so you can then,