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January 27, 2003
As I was saying, Moe & I were the best of friends. We were together A LOT. Everyone we knew thought we were secretly dating, even though we denied it a million times over. I recall one particularly humorous confrontation with our Youth Pastor. He called us into his office one day and said, "Is something going on between you guys? I've been hearing a lot of talk..." When we politely (and somewhat embarassedly) informed that, no, we were just friends, he said, "It's okay, you can tell me. I'm your pastor." No one believed us! OY!
But anyway, my friend Sam (the girl from the beginning of the story- the one who made the connection in the first place & whom I had grown quite close to over many e-mails and Instant Messages) began to tell me that she was feeling like I should look at Moe in a different light. I told her she was nuts, that I didn't feel that way about him, but she persisted, so I struck a deal with her. I would pray and ask God to give me a sign. If this was what He wanted, well, I would try to be open to it.
SO, I assigned God some arbitrary duty to perform if He wanted to prove to me that this was part of His plan. (Aren't we humans funny? "OK, God, now this is what You have to do in order for me to accept what You're saying to me..." LOL.) I even set a deadline for the specific sign I requested. Well, naturally, the time came and went, and no sign. (Mainly because I am not God's puppetmaster!) But silly me! I took it to mean that Moe & I were, as I already thought, not meant to be. As I casually mentioned this episode to Moe in conversation (leaving out certain details, of course) he suddenly turned white as a sheet and a funny look came over him. I tried to inquire as to what was wrong, but he had retreated into a shell and did not emerge for approximately 30 minutes. He began to talk...no, argue...with GOD! We were driving at the time and I was a little freaked out. Finally, we arrive at our destination and he turns off the car. I say to him, "Can you please tell me WHAT is going on??" He turns to me and says, "I don't know why this is happening now. I had made my peace with this already, and I really don't want to do this...but it seems I can't get away from it." "What are you talking about?" I asked. Then he said to me, sloooowwwly, "I think...God is telling me...that He wants us to be...more than friends."
As I attempted to scoop my jaw up off my lap, he continued. "I know this is strange and you don't have to say anything right now." (for which I was utterly grateful!) So, I said nothing and we proceeded to go to dinner. It was the first time since I'd known him that I had ever felt awkward around him. Thankfully, there were many friends there to talk to and we didn't have to say much to each other. This was a Friday night.
Sunday afternoon:
We left from church to go out to lunch. Since the bomb had been dropped, we had both acted as if nothing had happened. Not one to let things fester for too long, I decided to broach the subject. I was very eloquent and graceful as I reached across the table and said, "Give me your hands." He did and I prayed, "God, we don't know what is going on here. All we know is, we want to follow You and be in Your will. So, God, we are agreeing right now to be open to whatever You have planned for us. In Jesus' name, Amen." We decided to go on as normal and see what happened...
October 11th, 1999. 5:00am
I had been online all night talking with Sam. (Hey, I was young! LOL) I was supposed to meet Moe around 9:00 am for breakfast. I was feeling really keyed-up for some reason. Sam said, "Call him. He's up." I said, "What, are you nuts? It's 5:00 in the morning!" "Just do it." she said. So, I dialed his number and he answered quickly, and in such a way that I knew he was fully awake. He told me he'd been up all night as well; couldn't sleep. I told him I wanted to meet him earlier. How about 8:00? 7:00? 6:00? I said I couldn't leave too early or my parents would wonder what I was doing! We agreed on a time and hung up.
When I arrived at his apartment, you could feel the nervous energy between us. I sat on his couch, but was unable to keep very still. He kind of paced around, and we traded comments about how weird we both were feeling, but we didn't know why. Finally, he excused himself to the bathroom, and I sat there alone, a great sense of anticipation hanging over me. But why??
When he returned a few minutes later, he still seemed nervous, but somehow more calm. He approached me and said something like he was not expecting to do this, but... He knelt before me, and I could not contain myself. I was squirming all over the couch. He said, "All I know is that I love you. I always have and I always will. There is no one else for me. You are the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with. Will you marry me?"
At that very moment, it was if a veil was lifted and I was seeing him for the first time. I saw my best friend, a man I could trust with everything, someone who could love me more than anyone else...my perfect match. I tried to speak, but I couldn't. Instead I just kissed him. Our first kiss ever! You'd think it would be weird, considering that we were only friends just minutes before, but it wasn't. It was perfect.
Then Moe pulls back and says, "So, was that a yes?" "Yes!" I said. "Of course it's yes!" We hugged and jumped up and down- the excitement of what was happening was almost too much for us! Then he said, "We have to go get a ring." I knew he hadn't planned on this, and therefore didn't have any money saved up for a ring. I told him it could wait. He insisted, though, so we set out to find a ring. We looked around a bit, and finally picked a ring from Target. It was small, but pretty (and affordable). =)
Then he said, "I want to do this right." So he took me to Gemini Springs, a beautiful park where we had often gone together. We walked to a small bridge overlooking the springs. He took out the ring, got down on one knee, and asked me again. This time I said no and threw the ring into the water. JUST KIDDING!!!
Of course I said yes and we kissed some more. We walked through the park together. It was a weekday, so no one was around. We had this private paradise in which to share our special moment. I will never forget that day...
Seeing no need for a long engagement, we married 3 months later, on January 15, 2000. That day marked one year since I had accepted the Lord. It was a special day on so many levels. We made love for the first time on our wedding night. We had our struggles, but we knew it was right to wait...and I'm so glad we did.
So, that is our story. Boy, it's long, eh? I think I will just print this out, and then anytime asks me about it, I will just hand them a copy! LOL. Seriously, imagine trying to retell that story every time somebody asks...you'd go nuts!
I feel good that I'm done with this now, b/c I really want to start sharing about Sarah. She is doing so many cute things that I need to hurry up and get them down in here, before I forget them!
Next entry is all about her! (OK, maybe a little about me. Tee-hee!)
TTFN!
Jennifer
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