From Kristin, the bride:
The Awkward Beginning – May 7, 2008
Though neither of us remembers ever actually meeting, Tim and I slowly got to know each other through youth group activities. It was that awkward phase at the beginning of high school where the boys and girls are interested in each other but hang out totally separately, and no one is brave enough to cross the gender line. During the spring break trip to Six Flags, two of my best friends had whispered in my ear that they heard through the grape vine that Tim Van Ostran had a crush on me. The following month and a half had been filled with building shy flirtation: just getting up the courage to make eye contact and smile, message each other on Facebook, and finally talk in person. Big stuff, really.
It was Wednesday night on May 7th, 2008, and youth group worship had ended. The girls had been whispering all night, so my heart was racing with nervous suspicion as the usual handful of sophomores lingered as everyone else cleared out of the chapel. The girls encouraged me to go up to Tim to talk to him, but shy and flustered, I remained grouped in the safety of my cluster of friends. Tim came over and joined our group. After maybe a minute of trivial conversation, one of my friends gave a knowing look to the other girls, and in an instant the whole group ran to the other side of the room, sat down on the stage with the remainder of youth still lingering, and left Tim and I alone by the sound booth with a
grinning audience. I glanced at Tim’s embarrassed and confused expression and then stared at my feet, face burning. He began by eloquently stating the obvious. “Well…this is awkward.” He then continued, “So I guess by now you’ve figured out what’s going on.” I nodded. “Well, err…I was wondering if you might want to go with me somewhere on Friday…like dinner maybe…or something…” I giggled nervously and timidly responded, “Umm, yeah, I’d like that.” We both looked back at our crowd of friends who were straining to hear us across the room. One of our older friends dramatically tiptoed over to us and asked Tim “Did you ask her?” Tim nodded, still bright red. “Did she say yes?” Another nod. David yelled “Whoooo!!” and our audience of friends began applauding. I guess we had been pretty shy about it, and I guess everyone really did know. Oops.
I didn’t know then that four and a half years later, on my 21st birthday, Tim would take me back to that exact spot in that chapel to tell me that he loved me for the first time, get down on one knee, and ask me to spend the rest of my life with him. God has blessed us with several years of adventure in dating, and we are so excited to see all of the adventures He has in store for us in marriage.
To read Christin’s Little Love Stories, click here.