I was in 6th grade when I first met John. He was a student in my mom's class and I was sick and forced to tag along with her to work. I don't remember what he said, but I'm a cry baby and it made me cry. I went into her supply closet and told her "John made me cry!" She scolded him for it, but I think I knew even then that he was the one. Even if he did make me cry, I had the BIGGEST crush on John for the longest time! We kept in touch through the years and went on the occasional date here and there. I had a really bad breakup and I remember him calling and asking me if I wanted a chocolate frosty from Wendy's. I said no, partly because I didn't particularly feel like seeing anyone and partly because I didn't want him to spend money on me. I changed my mind about 20 minutes later and told him I did want one, so he drove back into town, got me a frosty, and left it on the porch. I remember sitting there eating that, thinking "he's the one." When I got into nursing school we started talking again and our first date was absolutely perfect. Neither of us wanted to let the date end. We've been attached at the hip ever since. I never could have dreamed that God would have sent me such a wonderful person to be my husband, but I am SO glad he did.