I don’t think I’ve ever shared the story of how my husband and I met on the blog before. I did briefly mention it in my “About Me” section, but I never went into depth. It’s actually sort of a funny and cute story, and definitely not anything I could have ever expected. I hear stories from people who met at a party, saw each other across the room, and just “knew”. I even have some friends who got engaged and married within 6 months of meeting each other. Those people have much better stories I think, but I’ll let you be the judge.
When I was a kid, my grandma died. I was like 9. My dad came into some money and we could finally afford a nicer house, so my family moved. We moved to this tiny little town east of San Diego in the literal middle of nowhere. I was in the fifth grade. Being the new kid was a new thing because I had grown up with all the same kids for so long, and now I was thrown into a new group of kids with preexisting friendships and cliques and history.
I met my husband, Charlie, that year. We were 10 years old. The thing I remember the most about him was he was short, a late bloomer compared to me who was already 5’3″ (I’m only 5’7″ now.) and he wore his boy scout uniform to school sometimes. He had that sort of 90’s kid, parted down the middle, floppy blonde hair and his best friend was in my class. That’s really all I remember. I wish I had paid more attention, now that I know how it all turned out.
We were in grade school together until Sophomore year of high school when his parents divorced and he moved. After that, he was just gone. We went our separate ways. He joined the Air Force and got married and had Audrey. I moved to LA and became a hairstylist.
Then one day, we both were single, and living in San Diego again. He sent me a friend request on Facebook. It was the summer that everyone got Facebook, I swear. We went out for burgers and beers at a little pub near my house, then saw a movie, then got ice cream, then went to the beach to watch the sunset and then grabbed dinner. It was like 5 dates in one.
We saw each other every day after that. Dinners, concerts, movies, motorcycle rides to get pie, just hanging out, even a couple trips to Vegas in there too. We surprised a lot of people when we announced we were “together”, and so many of our friends said “That’s so awesome you ended up together!”.
I remember when we were just starting to date that he told me he used to have a crush on me when we were kids. He denies that now, but I have a mind like a steel trap! He proposed on the cliffs where we had our first kiss. Sometimes he can be romantic.
Fast forward to today, 6 years later, and we’re now married with our daughter Abbey, and his daughter Audrey and we’re one big blended happy family.
It’s been such a whirlwind of ups and downs with him. You wouldn’t even imagine the level of connection with have with our history. For starters, we have 123 mutual friends on Facebook, which is sort of crazy already, but we have memories and past that not many people have.
We have memories of school dances, parties, events, people from our past. It’s a strange thing, because if you would had asked me 24 years ago, if I would be married to Charlie Blevins, I would have probably laughed in your face and said “Ew!”, but I was 10, and immature. I still say “Ew!” but that’s because I know him really well now.
So anyway, for Valentine’s Day this year, I got us with sweet print from Personal Creations. It was just so cute and sweet and I thought it would be a nice little gift for us, perfect to hang over our bed. The phrase “Always Kiss Me Goodnight” is just such a wonderful thing for couples to remember. And I thought it was perfect for Valentine’s Day.
How did you meet your significant other?
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