The Story of Us - Tricia's Version (Part 1)

(Tricia has been reading, along with you, my account of our story...as I mentioned, her account is different than mine, as is her style of story-telling, but it's equally as fun...here's Part 1)

To me, this story also seems like it began just a day ago and I wished these moments could last forever. But, my side you will see, will be a bit more realistic and pessimistic, so beware.

My family moved from South Jersey where I was born and raised to good ol’ North Carolina. It was quite a cultural shock, and, although I loved the southern folks I was surrounded by (some of the nicest people you’ll ever meet unlike the frank and sinister northerns, generalization), I missed the family and friends I grew up with. The move change my perspective on life and me as a person in general.

It was the later part of August when my family visited about 3 different churches all in one Sunday. Three different denominations, yes, we are cultured like that, and Nathan’s church was the last we went to. I remember sitting in the charming, small, 50’s feel church pew singing my heart out and seeing a cute guy who was playing the guitar wearing a Hawaain shirt. I remember his sister who sang and I thought to myself, boy she is wearing a lot of blue eye makeup (sorry sarah). And, I may never forgive myself for this, but I remember seeing Nathan’s father, Pastor Rick, who I thought was cute (in an old man kind of way).

I left that service, greeted by the Lawrenson family and headed home thinking to myself, “I will only come back if someone my age personally invites me.” Yes, apparently I was having a snob moment. It was that evening I received a phone call from Nathan who invited me to their study that evening at the church. I honestly didn’t want to go and told him, I might come. So I went.

A bonus to attending the study that evening was my parents let me drive our jeep which I, as an 18 year old felt like the coolest girl in town. So I left on a drizzly Sunday evening to the church, in the car with the music blaring. I was very nervous about meeting people my age in a different place for the first time but as soon as I walked in, it felt immediately like home.

My favorite memories of the old Nags Head Church building was being there on rainy nights, it was a wonderful nostalgic feeling. That night Matt Glock taught and I sat close to him. Nathan was sitting to my side and all I could think of was, boy is he goofy. He claims to be goofy in front of attractive ladies to this day. I did get a better first impression of him that evening.

Later on I drove the jeep to Lost Treasure Golf’s put put course where we ended up not playing because of the rain. It was here where Nathan was able to have his first conversation with me. We talked about the music I was listening to, his school at the time-Nyack, NY, family friends, etc. I really enjoyed our conversation and thought to myself, he could easily be my best friend.

We then drove off to Pizza Hut (grose), where I was escorted out of my car by a nice southern gent., T! I was rearranged in seating to sit next to Nathan where all I can remember is eating nasty chicken wings.

It’s funny the connection with chicken wings. The day I found out I was pregnant I was baking them. And they have popped up several other important events in our lives.

Tricia