Colby was my very first boyfriend. We were as serious as any sixth grade relationship...until he broke my heart. Over the next 13 years we continued to be in each other's lives. We walked down the road together to our rides after school throughout middle school, he was at every cheerleading competition throughout high school, and he promised as freshmen we would go to our senior prom together. Well....we both became involved in other relationships. During each relationship Colby and I would always find a way to talk to each other, usually secretively. He always stayed in the back of my mind. For as long as I can remember Colby has told everyone, "I'm gonna marry that woman." I'll admit it...I never really gave him a chance. Fast forward six years of college in Wilmington.. I moved home, single as a pringle, and a bit lost in the world. Colby started to text me again, asking me to dinners and then weddings and then functions with his friends. It took me about a month to give in and actually give this thing a real try after 13 years. People always told me, 'someone is gonna come along and sweep you plum off your feet'... And sweep me off my feet he did. It took me just a few short months and I knew. I knew God had manipulated my life path back home for a reason and that was to find the person He made just for me.