I’m going to be posting our engagement photos sometime within the next few days (I know I’ve been saying this forever, but it’s really happening this time), but before that happens, I wanted to take a moment to rewind.
Despite me being somewhat of a maniac about documenting my life, there really aren’t too many photos of Deacon and me. We started dating the summer of 2011 (officially, we’ve set the date at August 18, but the truth is we were on-and-off since the end of June), but we were best friends for the duration of the previous year. We met in June of 2010 during summer school and were pretty close by the beginning of September.
[[ Short story on how we became friends: I had bought myself a copy of Flyleaf’s Memento Mori album, though several people told me not to because Christmas was around the corner. And sure enough, I got another copy of the same CD for Christmas. A few months later, our youth pastor told us on a Wednesday night that the CD was a great way to reach an non-Christian who liked music, because it had a strong Christian message but also was pretty awesome to listen to. So after that lesson, my best friend Jenna came up to me and told me that I should give it to Deacon. Now, I didn’t know Deacon. I knew who he was because he was in choir with all of my other friends, but I wasn’t in choir, so we had never interacted. But I kept Jenna’s advice tucked away until I met him a few months later in summer school. Also, I didn’t have my driver’s license at that point, but he did. He gave me a ride to a friend’s birthday party and I gave him the Flyleaf CD and the rest, as they say, is history. ]]
September and the following year was extremely hard on both of us for many reasons, and I have no doubt that God brought us together at that specific time because he knew we would need each other. We had lived on the same street for 10 years, but had never met until then. The year that both of us needed a friend to be there for them.
The reason there are no photos of the two of us from that time? The main reason is simple: I had a typical school-girl crush on him and was too embarrassed to ask. Also, Deacon typically does not like his picture taken.
The first photos of us come from my senior prom in May 2011. Deacon wasn’t my date, but instead went with Jenna.
Of course, we still were not dating at that time. In fact, I had started giving up hope on that. College was coming and I had no idea where I was going or what to do when I got there. Just thinking about all the changes I was about to experience freaked me out. But I knew Deacon still had two more years in high school and I was not staying in our hometown for that long. Especially if he wasn’t interested in me.
Don’t get me wrong, though–we had a great friendship. It was just hard to be that close with him, as though we were already dating, and then have to listen to him go on about another girl.
But in June following graduation, I went to Europe and was unable to contact him for 10 days. That’s when things began to change.
When I came back, I started turning my attention to other guys. It was a combination of this and my absence while in Europe that made Deacon realize how much he cared for me. He started getting jealous when I was with someone else. We fought a lot because of this that summer, but eventually it was clear that we both wanted to be together.
That’s not to say the transition into a dating relationship was seamless. It wasn’t.
We got together and broke up twice before getting back together for the final time.
I decided to spend the next year continuing classes at MAC so I could get my Associate’s Degree before transferring to a university.
Trip to the St. Louis Arch
The year came and went rapidly. Before we knew it, summer was at an end.
I was to move 167 miles north to attend school in Hannibal. We would go from living on the same street to living at opposite ends of the state. It was terrifying. We didn’t know how we would cope with the distance. We had become each other’s partner, best friend, other half.
We knew it was going to be difficult.
We took one last photoshoot before I left.
I’ve been in Hannibal for two years now. It’s been just as difficult as I imagined it would be. For the first year, Deacon and I would talk on Skype each night for an hour, but we haven’t been able to do that this year because of our busy schedules.
We were still able to go to his senior prom last year, though.
And since you all have already seen the good photos in this post, I’m going to post some that you haven’t seen before.
This is actually how most of our pictures come out. We are not a photogenic couple, haha.
I was home for the summer, and it was glorious. To tell you the truth, I don’t remember much of it. Deac and I were both working a lot to save up money. Even then, we knew that we were going to get married after I graduated.
He got accepted to go to school at Rolla, the summer came to an end, and we both went back to our separate schools with the occasional get-together every other weekend.
Renaissance Fair, Fall 2013
Halloween 2013 We went as each other.
And then we got back home for Christmas break:
The day after those photos were taken, he proposed.
On Christmas Eve, by the Christmas Tree.
Just me and him. It was so magical.
Then we went on a Jack-in-the-Box run, because we were both starving.
A month later, I found out I’d been accepted to attend the graduate program in Rolla for Technical Communication.
Now we’re trying to plan our wedding for July, figure out a place to live, working on school, etc.
So now, I do believe that you all are up-to-date. =) Anyway, that’s my version of the story. I’m sure Deacon would tell it much differently.