Call me crazy, but I believe in love at first sight. Sometimes you don’t realize it’s love until the second or third or two hundredth sight, but I believe the love was there during that first glance.
I believe this because I’ve felt it.
It was an average day in a boring history class at a mediocre high school. I was sitting in my desk trying to stay awake when a new kid with bright blue eyes and a Texans hat walked in. Our teacher introduced him to the class and asked him to take off his hat before asking everyone if there was an empty seat anywhere.
I’ll never forget what happened next.
The new kid scanned the classroom and, upon making eye contact with me, he stopped and did a double-take. My face instantly began heating up and it felt like little butterflies were flying around inside my stomach. It was weird, but I liked it. He was cute, and he was tan (which is one of the best parts).
He sat down in an empty desk near mine and we exchanged names, trying our hardest to suppress smiles.
The new kid eventually added me on Facebook and we began hanging out with each other outside of class. He asked me on a date about four or five times within the next year and a half and I friend-zoned him every time.
We went to prom together our senior year and, after a little convincing from my best friend, I finally decided to give this guy a chance. It was in a tiny ice-cream shop that I realized Codie and I were meant to be.
Within the next few days, I fell for him.
I had no idea I could love someone so much and realize it so fast, but it happened.
We graduated high school soon after and spent the next few months wrapped up in each other’s arms. It was a beautiful summer that we could never forget.
It was our summer.
But, like all good things, it eventually came to an end.
August rolled around and we both had to say some of the hardest goodbyes we’ve ever faced.
I was moving across the state and going off to college, and he was shipping out to the Marine Corps Basic Training in San Diego. Saying goodbye to our families was hard, but saying goodbye to each other was harder. Much harder.
Three months, a handful of phone calls, hundreds of letters, and buckets of tears later, I was finally on a plane to California.
I was soon hugging and kissing my handsome Marine, and it was as if nothing had really changed. We were back on cloud nine.
After his graduation, we explored San Diego a bit with his family and had a wonderful mini-vacation. A few days later, Codie went back to our hometown to visit with his family before flying up to North Texas to visit me in college. We spent several perfect and snowy days together before he was off again.
He spent both Christmas and New Year on ninety-six-hour duties (four hours on, four hours off for ninety-six hours straight… both times), and I spent it in our hometown, wishing he was there. The following spring, we could count the number of days we spent together in person that year on one hand, and we were both tired of it. We missed each other too much.
He found a way to fly back to Texas that April and before I realized it, Codie was kneeling in front of me on one knee, asking me to spend the rest of my life with him.
Of course, I squealed YES!
We tied the knot on a beach in Central California last August, and neither of us could be happier.
Sure, there are rough days and arguments over toilet seats and thin wallets every now and then, but after a year of long-distance, we embrace the morning breath and squabbles with open arms. While traveling to each other was fun, it’s nice that we actually get to travel with each other now.
This fall we’ll be back to long distance for five to six months, but we have faith that our love will withstand every goodbye, every duty, and every deployment we face in the future.
After all, we’ve already conquered so much.
(Also, we have Skype—which is a wonderful thing!)