Our first conversation was Junior year of college. Our school hosted a dance outside on campus just before finals week. I never usually went to those things, but that night my girlfriends and I randomly decided to because we just happened to love to dance.
Steve and I randomly struck up a very easy going conversation. I learned three things about him that night:
1. He was easy to talk to
2.That he was very good looking and
3. He was also from New Jersey.
He on the other hand thought I was a little drunk because of how I was dancing. I wasn’t drunk, actually I didn’t even have one drink.
I’m just that awesome of a dancer.
The second conversation was in the gym. This sounds really really lame, but I was on the floor doing crunches with my friend and he was ALSO working on his abs (it was fate, right?) with his friend Vern. Again, the most easy going effortless conversation went on, something which was kind of rare on that small Steubenville campus.
The third conversation was right after I had just returned from a semester in southern France. I was in a much different place by this point. I had a good job lined up in New York, along with a serious-ish boyfriend waiting for me back home. I was very busy, and completely ready to stop being a student, and get to work.
I like to plan, make lists, and plan some more. I’m always looking ahead, as if I have ANY control of the future. Because as you all know: we make plans, and God laughs!
My senior year I was pretty allusive, and yet Steve and I had always made eye contact on campus…I mean fierce eye contact. (How could I resist that 6’4 man with piercing hazel eyes and a gorgeous smile – I’m losing myself here – you get the point)
The one time we had actually spoken in class it ended somewhat awkwardly. As I was handing in my term paper for the one class we shared together, Principles of Biblical Studies II, Steve felt emboldened to strike up an invigorating conversation:
Wow he had a such great pickup line! Followed by the painfully awkward silence. What else was there to say? I had a boyfriend after all!
As I stepped out onto the deck I noticed Steve. I have no idea what compelled me, but I softly touched him on the arm and said hello.
We struck up the most natural, innocent and friendly conversation, about where we were headed and what we would do. The conversation was completely delightful. We remembered we were both from NJ and he said that he’d love to meet up with me sometime soon back once back home.
He was really good at making life seem normal for my sisters when in reality nothing was normal. He was also good at making my sisters laugh when life was anything but funny. I’ll always be grateful to him for that.
I am so blessed to tell you that my Mom fully recovered and miraculously is still tumor free to this day.
Our “selfie” before selfie’s existed…
Basically it was after that crazy experience that I knew for sure that Steve was the one.
Before dinner that evening I suggested we take a long walk along the bay…it just looked so beautiful there in the fall. We walked past a small waterfall and followed its stream to the bay.
There we found a tiny dock (on someone’s property) that stretched out over the bay. Despite the no trespassing sign I walked to the edge and looked out over the bay. A flock of geese in perfect form flew into the water, and I asked Steve how much he paid them to be there for my birthday…
That’s when he got down on one knee. And I said yes.
After one year of dating and eight long months of engagement, Steve and I would be married on LBI, that pretty little Island where we shared our first kiss.