if walls could talk...
so, the location of our school is finally moving. it's big, it's beautiful, it's by the water, and we love it. to sort of pay homage to the walls that have housed us up to this point, we were asked to write stories speaking to where in the "old building" had we seen the face of God. we had our last student leadership meeting in the building tonight. my last class in the building is a week from tomorrow. my story to a sweet farewell?
I can't possibly be diggin' him, can I? I mean, he's just so not my type. But I can't take my eyes off of him. I watch him across the room, mingling with all sorts of people. We're just friends, I think. He's a good friend, fun to be around. That's all it is. I don't like him, like him. Do I? I wish he was in my group. These bookmarks are so lame. It would be more enjoyable if he were in my group. I mean, as my friend.
It was New Student Orientation. September, two thousand six. Large Classroom. He was wearing a plaid blue and white shirt with shiny white snaps down the front and jeans. I found him instantly in the crowd of students and faculty. We were just friends then. I tried to talk myself out of his irresistible charm and cuteness. I was not dating for a year. Not anyone. And that was final.
Two weeks later we kissed. One year later he proposed. Eight months from now, I'm walking down the aisle to marry the man of my dreams. I met him and have grown to know him within these walls. And in this story, I have seen many times the face of God. I see God often in the face of the man wearing the plaid blue and white shirt with shiny white snaps down the front and jeans.
I can't possibly be diggin' him, can I? I mean, he's just so not my type. But I can't take my eyes off of him. I watch him across the room, mingling with all sorts of people. We're just friends, I think. He's a good friend, fun to be around. That's all it is. I don't like him, like him. Do I? I wish he was in my group. These bookmarks are so lame. It would be more enjoyable if he were in my group. I mean, as my friend.
It was New Student Orientation. September, two thousand six. Large Classroom. He was wearing a plaid blue and white shirt with shiny white snaps down the front and jeans. I found him instantly in the crowd of students and faculty. We were just friends then. I tried to talk myself out of his irresistible charm and cuteness. I was not dating for a year. Not anyone. And that was final.
Two weeks later we kissed. One year later he proposed. Eight months from now, I'm walking down the aisle to marry the man of my dreams. I met him and have grown to know him within these walls. And in this story, I have seen many times the face of God. I see God often in the face of the man wearing the plaid blue and white shirt with shiny white snaps down the front and jeans.
posted by angela | 12:31 AM
5 Comments:
my love, you have entered my being in ways i didn't know were possible and still many times have no idea what to do with. i love you beyond words. thank you for being you.
ps. can i wear the blue shirt with white snaps under my tux? ;)
aww. that was the best study break all day :o)
OH my goodness, my eyes are a little wet now. How stinking cute are you. Miss ya!
Huggs, Courtney
only 2 weeks? dang girl you move like lightnin'. but i am so glad cause bryan was a little lopsided without you.
Thanks for the reminder of what the walls have meant to me, since I've spent the bulk of 2 pregnancies now sitting within them. I suppose that makes those times pretty significant. And here I was all set to just head out of Bothell without a second thought. Thanks again. And thanks for sharing your story.
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