I want to start this blog off with the story of how Peter and I met.
Allow me to forewarn you that I have a love, hate relationship with writing papers. So belay the upcoming run on sentences and all the mis use of punctuation marks! Thanks!
How we met
Peter and I are both enlisted in the Navy Reserves, as such we were both mobilized/ deployed for the first time last year. one of the best things about the Navy is that you get to travel away from your comfort zones, away from your closest families and friends and get to meet some really great people. you begin to form bonds with others who are experiencing the same and you never forget them. that’s ultimately how we met. It was a small base and we had mutual friends and before we knew it, we were friends. the first time I remembered a brief encounter with Peter was on our shuttle ride to the NEX one day, a friend of ours was sitting next to me and Peter in front. I remembered he tapped Peter on the shoulder and said, hey I heard you were a personal trainer. can you help us. referring to me and him. Peter, the kind fellow that he is replied,” yea, I’ll write you guys up something.” Less than a week later, while in passing, Peter handed me a four page workout plan.
fast forward to a few weeks later, we were both at the gym around the same time. I was finishing up on the bike when Peter came up to me and asked if I’d like to do a circuit training workout with him, and that’s how it all got started. He officially became my workout partner and my accountability partner.
What brought us and kept us together?
Our faith. once we became friends it was so easy to talk to Peter about everything. One day I mentioned that I was looking for a new service to attend on Sundays and he mentioned going to one that he really liked. I took him up on his recommendation and we eventually began going to that service practically every Sunday. It was so amazing to freely worship God in front of someone that I had a crush on, and just be focused on God. The fact that we could be so open about our love for Christ and not feel judged or uncool in a military setting was just amazing.
The day I told Peter that I had a crush on him, I remember so vividly. it was a usually hot day, actually it was Memorial Day weekend. We planned a morning hike with our friends who all bailed and it was just the two of us. That didn’t stop us, we grabbed our snacks, our water, our nerf guns and we went hiking. One of the best hikes; we made up nerf gun games and there we were, walking up and down the hills, dodging nerf gun bullets and having the best time. At the top of the hill there was this random bench, I thought that it was only right that we took a break. I asked Peter if he had a marker, which he did, I was surprised but it came in handing for my next idea. I told him that I was going to write a note, but you could not look at it until I ran away. on bench I wrote, “CL might be cute” (CL was peter’s work name). I wrote it, took a deep breath and ran the fastest I’d ever run down the hill. I honestly don’t know how I didn’t fall and seriously hurt my self down the hill. I just knew that I had to get away just in case he didn’t like me back. I think my anxiety and embarrassment propelled me down that hill before I could think of it.
Then I stopped. when my legs were burning and my heart needed a break for oxygenation I stopped. I remembered being nervous and embarrassed thinking about his potential reaction. what if didn’t like me? what if he just thought I was a good person to hang out with but that’s it? The idea of possibly being rejected by him made me nervous, and I could hardly look at him. When he did catch up to me he said, “ok lets talk about this “might be cute.”” with the best smile. I could’ve lost it with happiness. The coast was clear, he knew I liked him and after hugging and holding hands on our walk back to our barracks, I figured he liked me too.
Post hike we talked about Dear John letters, how I was obsessed with he book and movie. If you’ve ever seen Dear John, the beginning letters were really cute. I loved the idea of exchanging letters. We parted ways for a few hours and then he brought me my first letter from him. Before reading his letter, we sat outside for a while to talk. We talked about relationships, Before parting ways, I asked him if we could pray together every night. to which he said he would love to. every night since that day we’ve prayed together. Our faith in God and allowing him to be our foundation is really what kept us together.