Anticipation

There was a time in my life when I thought Brian and I would never get together. I have been thinking about it a little this morning and am amazed that there was ever a day when I didn't love James Brian Jordon. He is my favorite person in the whole world. He is the one I think of when something happens during the day, "I'll have to remember to tell Brian that," and he is the one I want to spend my evenings with.
The first time I met Brian I wasn't very impressed and the feeling was mutual. We met at a friend's house and almost completely ignored each other. I lived with his sister and three other girls the next year, and by the time I had been around him almost every day for a month I knew this was THE GUY. I was very excited and a little apprehensive because I didn't know if Brian had any other female interests (female interests = competition). (Should I make this the long story or the shorter long story?) The part where I was the most upset about serious competition was one evening when I went shopping with Brian's sister, Katie. I had tried very hard to keep my intentions a secret, ostensible to wait on the Lord and to guard my own heart, but I wasn't sure if those I lived with had guessed. So, making small-talk as we looked at a rack of monogrammed pencils Katie said, "Have you noticed how X seems to really like Brian?" (X is not me.) "Yes, I have," I said, trying not to look worried or otherwise concerned as I tried to look like I really cared about my name on a writing implement. I waited to see what Katie would say next, as being his sister I figured she would have some inside info into the guy who I wanted to know more than anyone on earth. She continued, "Yes, and I think he likes her." My world fell apart. How I finished shopping I know not. Thankful for autopilot, we rode home together and I went straight to my room. It was time to be alone. As that wasn't likely to happen in a house with four other females I headed outside.
There I proceeded to remind God of what I felt like He had spoken to me. I also tried very hard to concede to His will for my life, not mine, even if I felt like I knew what was best for me at that point. But I gave it back to Him and told Him that He could do what He thought was best... and I found out later Brian never really liked that girl anyway. Whew! So, here we are, two kids and five years of marriage later. I guess we really did have a future and a hope. (: