How I Met My Other Half

The Messy Mom's Love Story Part 1
(Summer 1997)

I was 15 when I moved to Texas. We joined a very small church south of Dallas and I was miserable.
Before I left my hometown in Atlanta a women at church told me that I would probably meet my husband in Dallas. “What a cruel thing to say” I thought. I hated Dallas. I would never love a Texan!

In the mean time Jeremy was a 21 year old college student, and part of a singing group, kind of like a christian boy band. He also became a part of the same very small church that I went to because they were in need of a volunteer worship leader and he was their answer to prayer.

When I met Jeremy my first impression was his sense of style. He had that 1990’s American Eagle look; sweater vest, carpenter jeans, and chunky Doc martin’s. His hair was parted down the middle and laid straight falling right at his cheek bones. He sang and played guitar, he was sensitive, popular, and most importantly he loved the Lord. The only mark I had against him was his disinterest in punk and ska music. Of course, don’t get me wrong, I didn’t see him as a candidate for a potential life partner. I was 15, and at the time 6 years was the equivalent of 2 decades. I always had some sort of admiration for him though. I even remember telling one of my friends “Jeremy is a really cool guy and if he wasn’t so OLD I’d marry him.”

TO BE CONTINUED…

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