7 years ago on opening day, a much younger Julie went over to a friend’s house. They had just started spending more time together a month or two prior. Although she enjoyed hanging out with him, she didn’t want him to think that her calling and visiting every so often meant she was trying to pursue him. So she told this much younger Corey that she hoped he knew that she wasn’t interested in anything but a friendship with him. Then for several months they continued on as friends, both denying to themselves how they really felt about each other.
But today, possibly because of that very conversation, they’re sitting in their home on opening day with two kiddos running wild, feeling like the luckiest people in the world.
Am I becoming a blogger? I never thought I’d actually update this thing as much as I do. It’s kind of fun, though!
The other night we were sitting on the couch after dinner and Corey looked at me and said, “I remember thinking a couple of weeks before the wedding that I couldn’t wait for this right here, just sitting on the couch with you together in our home. I felt like it was never going to get here, but here we are!” It was such a sweet moment. One of the things we’ve enjoyed most about being married is just being able to spend time together whenever we want. It’s always so fun when we realize that neither of us has to go home–we already are home. Corey was right, at one point it seemed that this phase would never come, but we sure are glad it’s here.
That night after going to Vision Night at church, we were both craving ice cream. So this happened…
Cookout milkshakes. Thoroughly enjoyed together on the couch. Knowing we were home.