I get to marry my best friend

I first heard about Charlie in high school. Charlie’s older brother, Jack, was a student teacher at my high school senior year. Somehow it got brought up that I was committed to UGA to play volleyball. Jack mentioned that his younger brother, Charlie, was also looking at going to UGA but hadn’t committed yet. At lunch the next day the guys in my class were looking up his high school film and all that jazz. I peeked at the video then took it upon myself to do some of my own research. I looked him up on Facebook, no result, then Instagram, no result, then Twitter, no result. Finally, I took it to google and found a few photos of Charlie and thought dangggg this guy’s cute. One of my friends, Julia, even joked, “what if y’all date in college?” Whelp. I had every intention of meeting this Rabun County kid. I sought help from a friend of mine and a teammate of Charlie’s, Quincy Mauger. Quincy said that he had talked to Charlie and Charlie wasn’t really interested because he had gotten out of a relationship recently. Quincy respected that but still gave Charlie my number just in case he changed his mind. Charlie welcomed me with a side hug and we enter good ole Waffle House where we spend hours talking about our families, hobbies, when UGA was planning on winning a national championship and hand-foot-mouth disease. Let’s just say flirting and table talk wasn‘t Charlie’s strong suit. Also, he got his wallet stolen so I had to pay for our meal and he didn’t even give me a hug bye...but I stuck it out! We texted the entire month of December and after break, we hung out with friends and would spend hours talking. I mean talking until the sun comes up and I had to be at workouts in 30 minutes. Maybe like a week and half later Charlie asked me to be his gurlfrand. I said, Yes sir! That’s how God perfectly designed our story of meeting one another. It’s incredible to look back and see how evident God’s hand has been in it all. I’m forever grateful and I’m so blessed.