How our story begins

I met my husband, of all places, online. After an almost seven year failed marriage with one child, my big man, months of depression, several months alone with friends, and a bad dating experience, I was talked into joining a Christian Dating website by a friend. I, the divorced mother of a 3 year old boy, was a member of this site for several months and actually found myself making friends with a very nice young man through the website. I agreed to go on a date with that young man and we dated for a little over a month as just friends.  Even though a relationship did not blossom with this individual, I realized that not every man on earth was as horrible as I had come to believe in the past several years of my life and I was opened up to the possibility of dating and trusting men.

After giving the website a fair chance with no further progress, I closed my billing account in November 2008 and went to the free version because I didn't really feel that it was right for me to be dating at that time. In January 2009, I noticed a series of emails from the website in which they tell you who they think you "match". They were always about the same person being a great match for me. The young man in the pictures was very handsome and reading about him on his profile I thought what an incredible person this guy has to be. But I did not rejoin to contact him and figured if God meant for me to be with someone, he would place them in my life at the right time and place. To explain why, we will have to go back to when I closed my billing account.

During the stage in my life, when I have opened back up to dating and trying to trust in men again, I have become very good friends with a young man I knew as a police officer during my first marriage. We became re-acquainted several months after my divorce through a then popular friend space on the internet. We had lunch several times and would talk about our divorces and call each other when we just needed to speak to someone who was going through the same thing. On the evening of November 5th, I was on my way to church and received a phone call from this young man who was upset. He asked if I would come hang out with him and talk. Of course I told him ok and headed to his home, where I had never been.

After finding his home, I went inside and accepted a glass of tea. We sat down and started to talk and I quickly realized that this guy who sounded upset on the phone seemed to be just fine now that I was there in person. I asked what was going on with him and he said everything was ok and he just wanted company. The next hour was a very uncomfortable, life altering time where no was not an option or accepted and after which I quickly recollected myself and sped home.

Middle of December, 2008, I am sick and very tired and go to the doctor. Here I am told I am pregnant. I have spent the last month of my life avoiding this young man at all cost and now I am sitting here in shock facing the reality that I will never in my life be able to sweep what has happened to me under the rug and just forget about it. After several days of not knowing what to do, I call him. From here I am told to go have an abortion because he doesn't want nor can he afford another child (he already had two children). For the next several weeks I receive regular calls from him telling me to have an abortion. Finally, I tell him that whether or not to bring a child into the world is not his choice. He made his choice when he took advantage of me and now the decision is mine and I would NOT be murdering an innocent child. From there, I contacted an attorney for advice and moved on.

So here we are in January, 2009, I am receiving these emails about this man who is seemingly the perfect man for me. But in my condition, I in way, shape, nor form, have the right to enter into anyone's life. So, I move forward with my life, my work, and with my family. But then one day, while on a friends space online, I see this profile of a young man who looks eerily familiar. I am staring at a profile picture of a man that I have been receiving emails about from the dating site.

As I sit and gather my thoughts and try to make sense of why I have come across this profile, I begin to pray. "God, you are in control, and I trust you." From here, I send an email introducing myself and send him a friend request so he can view my private profile. He accepted and we quickly became friends. I told him I was with child right off the bat and every other detail of my life to explain why I am not dating. And his life was as much an open book to me.

We later discuss our inability to find normal people to date to which I responded, " Maybe, it is that our definitions of normal just aren't "normal" by worldly standards and thus finding someone normal is next to impossible. Therefor, turning over all control to God and trusting Him to His own timing, we simply wait for the un-normal to arrive which will be found perfectly normal on our own scale of standards." We accepted each other for who we were at face value. And oddly enough, he understood me.

I soon found myself on a date with this awesome man. It was a lunch date, in my office at work, where we were in public and I was "safe", but a date non the less which for me was a huge step forward at that point. A week later he came to church with me. After this, I found it much easier to begin trusting him and it wasn't long before we had fallen in love and were engaged to be married. He was eager to share parenthood with me and a new baby, he loved my son, he accepted me in spite of myself and loved me unconditionally, and I had no doubt that God had planned everything out for us to be together in this very moment and had placed this very "normal" man in my life.

Fast forward through time; Wild man is born, Matt and I are married, I go back to and complete school and find my first job in a Salon, and we conceive a child. Today, big man is in Kindergarten and the wild child is staying home with me while I am on bed rest, impatiently awaiting the birth of our first girl! Every fairy tale needs a princess, and our story is for sure a fairy tale still in the making.