I thought I’d take the opportunity on this misty Scottish day to post the third part of our love story. This is the part of the story where we finally get “us” figured out. I know you all have been anxiously awaiting this moment, so buckle up, here we go!
If you’re just tuning in, here are the links to the two predecessors to this post:
I’ll save you a couple of clicks though and catch you up to speed. Blythe and I met, at the beginning of my freshman year of college. We were involved in the same Lutheran campus organization and saw each other all the time, but we had absolutely no love connection. In fact, Blythe couldn’t even remember my name. It was definitely not love at first sight.
One summer, Blythe was my assistant with the horse program at a summer camp. During that summer, we became great friends. The next semester, we took a chemistry class together and entered into a “nothing serious” relationship. Two months after we started dating I left for Montana for the summer and we both were positive we’d be breaking up soon. And that’s where the story picks up today…
I was absolutely positive that in, at most, two weeks after I arrived in Montana, Blythe and I would be breaking up.
I have never been so mistaken in my life.
My summer in Montana was one of the best summers so far in my life. I was working at a high end luxury resort just outside of Missoula in one of the most beautiful parts of the state. I got to meet numerous movie stars, big time CEO’s, and some of the richest families from around the world. On top of that, I got to explore one of the most beautiful areas of the U.S. with my professional guide friends every weekend.
The only downside of the summer was that I had an unforeseen problem. I missed Blythe more and more each and every day.
Blythe was working at the same summer camp again and he was normally working until late into the night, but he never failed to call. We often stayed up most of the night and into the wee hours of the morning talking. Leading into the summer there was no plan to talk on the phone and there was definitely no plan to talk every night, but it just kind of happened. I found myself counting down the minutes until we could talk and not minding waking up tired each day because of the lack of sleep.
As the summer went on, we went from a “nothing serious” relationship to being very committed to one another. They say that long distance relationships can tear apart even the best couples, but for us, the distance only brought us closer.
We grew so close, in fact, that summer Blythe spent every penny he had to come visit me for a few days.
While he was there, I showed him all of my favorite places in Montana including this lovely view from a place called Lookout Rock.
This is where he told me that he loved me for the first time. We were sitting on Lookout Rock, looking out over the mountains and down the Blackfoot River. A horse and rider rode into the river and stood still enjoying the cool water, then an eagle flew over and landed in a tree nearby. The scene was so picturesque it sounds like I’m making it up, but I swear it actually happened that way. It was at that moment that he told me he loved me.
The moment was so perfect. I know we’ll both remember it forever.
I learned later that for several months, every night as soon as we hung up the phone he would say “I love you”, but was waiting to say it to me until he could do it in person. There was one night that he hadn’t quite hung up yet when the “I love you” slipped out. Luckily, he was able to smoothly play it off like that’s not what he said and I bought it.
I must say, the moment he picked to tell me in person made the waiting worth it.
After Blythe’s trip to Montana, both of us were sure that we were going to last. Over the next semester, our relationship flourished. It was one of the happiest times in my life.
Blythe proposed in Fredericksburg, Texas on December 17th under the Christmas lights.
We were married a year and half later in my hometown.
Love, in no way, makes life perfect. In fact, sometimes it feels like it adds challenges to daily life. However, walking through life with someone who challenges you to be a better person, supports you day in and day out, and is committed to creating a life with you is an immeasurable gift.
Even though our love story may not have started out like a story book fairy tale, I wouldn’t change one bit of it. It was the twists and turns (and our heads being knocked together over and over) that eventually brought us together, and I think our relationship today is all the better for it.