A Love Story pt. 2

 I'm so happy I got to share my parents' sweet love story with you. However what awaits you on the rest of this page is nothing like that. aka the Meg and Drew saga

I wish blogger allowed me to set up a timeline but maybe that's the historian in me. I'll try to manage without one.

5 years old: James Andrew Hubbard and Meghan Elyse Moore started kindergarten at J.W. Adams Elementary. Different classrooms. Different teachers. It's likely I still was not aware of his existence, nevertheless we were sharing the same general space.

6th Grade: Meghan sits behind Drew in literature he has since gotten contacts, she unfortunately has not. And for that reason alone (that's what I tell myself) Drew is in love with Meghan's still very best friend in the whole world. While the poor Meghan, braces and glasses has developed quite the crush on him. why am I referring to us by our proper names??? it's getting annoying, changing it up. Husband will kill me for telling this but I remember him putting Hershey kisses around Kristan's desk to say "now that I've kissed the ground you walked on will you go to the dance with me." Thank God Kristan had the foresight to say no or I would be writing their love story right now.

7th Grade: My friend Sarah and I decided to write letter confessing our love to our crushes. Let's just say her letter to James was well received while Drew had to break the news to me how awkward I still was and why it was best for us to remain "just friends."

8th Grade: Role Reversal. Must have been me finally getting contacts and an older boyfriend. Suddenly pretty blue eyes was interested. Me, I was kinda over it. He called me 'beautiful' not like saying "you're beautiful" but like as if it were my name, which was a little much from a 13 year old. Tone it down a notch babe. I was in a bad boy stage, a serious one. But I agreed and we gave it a shot. 2 weeks. 1 of which Drew was on a hunting trip with no communication. He came back to the news that I had cheated with aforementioned bad boy for the record totally not true and it ended. is this getting boring? or is this middle school drama as exciting now as it was then?

High School: Drew says we were best friends but in all reality we were both dating older people who ran in different crowds. I remember sitting in the gym during lunch reading why was I reading, that's weird, I was not at all studious and suddenly Mr. Creepy's hand is on my leg. Bless his heart, he had no clue what he was doing.

Summer 2007: Camping trip, with about 10 other people sleeping around us he decides to tell me he loves me. Nevermind that he's leaving soon for college, just that he loves me. NBD.

Fall 2007-Fall 2010: I'll make these 3 years brief and let you use your imagination to fill in the blanks. Engagement. 1 wedding, planned and canceled. Drama. Break-up. Independent. Talk every day. More drama. Surgery. Date. Date someone else. Move to Salem. Drama. Fight. Love. Cry. Hate. Slap the shit out of him. Feel better. Love again. Engaged again.

What a fun 3 years. Oddly, I have no pictures that survived this time period. Probably because I was hoping to forget it.

Fall 2010-May 2011: Wedding planning. Seeing little of each other but making plans to move me to the 'Burg and start our life together.

May 2011-Present: Marital bliss.

Okay, not really but I'll save our married life story for another long, boring, uninteresting to anyone but me and Drew post. We aren't perfect and we love hard and fight hard. But love conquers all. And God allows us to forget the worst parts of each other (or at least see past them). I can say with absolute certainty neither of us could deal with what we've put the other through without God's help. Forgiveness is the key. We have mastered dealing with our issues and moving on.  Keep moving forward, that's what I always say. Not really but I'm gonna start because that's darn good advice.

And if you're wondering, yes, I realize this is lame but I had to improvise. I asked Drew weeks ago to write our love story to put on my blog and he said he'd love to. As of today, he still hasn't. Part of that whole marital bliss thing. If ever he does write I'll post it and maybe it won't bore you as much as mine. Or maybe you'll have stopped reading my blog by then because of the lameness that is our love story.