The Extrovert

Being an extrovert means my husband mainly gets his energy from being around people.

Nathan, completely horizontal, and completely single - October 2009

Nathan and I met during our freshman year at Binghamton University, when we both joined the same Christian group on campus.  I actually don't remember the exact moment we met.  All I know is that there was absolutely nothing romantic about it at all.

Dating

In fact, if you had told us back then that we were going to get married, Nathan would've punched you and I would have cried.  Yes, that little fact would fall under the "when pigs fly," category of life.  Never would have imagined it.  At all.  Ever.

We were friends, but we weren't very close friends.  Most of the time we hung out in the contexts of our Christian group's activities and freshmen class events:  Friday night group meetings, prayer meetings, the occasional tackle football game, conferences, etc.

Engaged

Even when he moved into the same dorm as me with a mutual friend of ours during our junior year, we didn't instantly fall in love.  Our friendship certainly deepened because of it, though.  Nathan, our friend (his roommate), another friend (my roommate) and I all started spending a lot of time together.  It wasn't until the end of that year where Nathan started to like me, and I started to like him (though I didn't know it yet).

Married

The rest isn't very exciting (read as:  there's too much to share right now, so more of the stories will probably come in other posts).  We started dating, we got engaged, we got married.  Oh, and we moved to good ol' upstate NY to serve college students.  And so the story continues through this blog.

Here we are!