Yesterday, I shared with you a little about me before I met my husband-to-be.
I was 25 and single, and wondering if I would ever find the “one”. If you missed the first post, click HERE to catch up and then come right back.
Before I continue our love story, I wanted to take time to encourage every young lady who may be reading this post and wondering if she will ever find her true love too. I know how deep the pain is. I know had hard it is to see all your friends getting married and starting families.
But hang in there!
God is preparing you for something that is better than you could ever imagine. And it will be worth the wait…believe me!
A couple years before I met my husband, I started writing a journal to him. I didn’t know who HE was, but I knew he was out there.
So every so often, I would write in a special journal to my future husband. I would write to him about things that were going on in my life, things I liked or disliked, and how much I was praying for him. Also that I was waiting and saving myself for him.
Writing in that journal gave me hope. I prayed that God would allow me to someday give that journal to the man He had chosen for me to marry. And I did! I presented the journal to Cy on our honeymoon night, and he loved it. It made him feel even more loved to see in writing that I had been praying for him even before we ever met.
Maybe if you are still single, you could start a journal to your future husband too. Just a thought. :)
Now back to the story…
Where where we?
Oh yeah, I had just had a pity party for myself on the treadmill and was leaving workout to go hang out with my parents on a Friday night.
As I was leaving the gym, I heard someone call my name, “Traci.”
I turned around and saw a young man walking toward me. I felt uneasy because I didn’t know who he was. But maybe I should…he knew my name.
The next thing I knew, I was shaking hands with him as he said, “You don’t know me, but I want to introduce myself to you. My name is Cy.”
I wasn’t sure why he was introducing himself to me, but we talked for a few minutes and realized we had some mutual friends. Then he asked if he could maybe call me sometime, and I said, “yes.” He said he would get my phone number the next day at my brother’s baseball game. (He played for the college.)
Walking from the gym, I thought, “What kind of girl does he think I am? I don’t even know him. I hope he doesn’t think I am THAT kind of girl.”
The next day at my brother’s baseball game, there was a friend of mine there who still attended college with Cy. I asked her about him and she assured me that he was a great guy, and I should definitely go out with him. (Thanks, Joanne!)
So I gave Cy my phone number after the game, he called me that night, and we went out two nights later.
I was living with my parents at the time, and he picked me up at their house. My mom met Cy and gave me a big “thumbs up” behind his back as we left the house.
We ate dinner at O’Charleys and realized over dinner that we were very much alike. We liked the same things, had similar upbringings, and both had a deep love for our families.
After dinner, he took me straight home. It was barely 8:00 p.m. I kind of wondered if he didn’t really feel a connection with me.
But he did say he had a good time and that he would call me later in the week.
My precious mother was sitting at the kitchen table working on the bills. She asked me why I was back so early. I told her I was thinking the same thing. :)
She also asked me, “Do you think he is the one?”
Mom, you crack me up!!!
I guess since I was 25 (almost 26), she wasn’t going to pull any punches! :)
I didn’t really know if he was the one, but he was cute, and we did have a good time…
(I asked Cy later why he dropped me off so early after dinner? His adorable reason was because he thought the date went so great, that if it lasted any longer, he would mess it up. He wanted it to end on a good note. Precious.)
That was in October of 1996.
We continued to go out through November and by December, we knew that things were pretty serious.
(picture from my photo album – Christmas 1996)
Cy was already talking marriage. I was thinking it, but a little scared to admit it. Marriage was a big deal! And we had only known each other 3 months!
As a funny side note, both Cy’s parents and my parents both met and were married in 4 months!
Cy kept hinting around to me about the possibility of marriage.
One night he brought the topic up in a very creative way.
One I will never forget.
To be continued….
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