Ahh, November. The month of love. What? You thought February was the month of love because of Valentine’s Day? Okay, I can see where you’d think that. Valentine’s Day isn’t really a special day for a lot people unless it’s their anniversary or birthday. February 14th doesn’t mean anything especially special to me. It’s just a fun day that we get to exchange gifts and have a date night, if we’re lucky.
Now, November 2nd. Ahhh, now that’s a day I like to remember. It’s the day I first laid eyes on my happily ever after. That was the day that Matt and I first met, and life was never the same again.
It’s very trendy to love Fall right now. Every blogger is posting about this season with a Starbucks in their hand and a plaid scarf around their neck. Am I hating on these bloggers? A little bit. But I’m allowed to because I’m just as basic as they are. I love Fall, but my love for the season runs deep.
I met Matt on a chilly Sunday afternoon in Ohio. It wasn’t snowing yet, but it was cool enough to know that it would be soon. Matt was at his parents house, yes… I met both him and his parents at the same time. Talk about being nerved up. Okay, back to the story now. He was watching a football game with his stepdad and I sat awkwardly in the living room being totally unsure of what to say or how to act or what to think or ALL THE THINGS that us girls freak out about when he meet a smokin’ hot man…
Our romance began in the Fall and this time of year brings back all those amazing feelings I had. The butterflies, the nerves and every other emotion that you go through when you meet someone new. Matt and I share our love story in depth on the podcast, so check it out if you haven’t listened to it yet. It’s fun to hear his perspective about those early days together.
Eleven years later, I’m writing this blog post from our home in Ohio. Never would I ever have thought that this would now be my life. I let God write my love story and it turns out, when you give God the pen, He does a whole lot better dreaming up your life than you ever could yourself. The things that I used to never even notice about Fall are now the very things that remind me of the season I fell in love for the very last time. Fall is the season that stirs my heart and excites my memory. When I see vibrant trees and falling leaves, I think of my love and how our story began.
These photos obviously don’t go at all with this time of year, but I just found them on a memory card and was so excited. They inspired me to write this post.
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