Except he wasn’t the love of my life….yet
I entered the door, eyes blurry from staying up too late the night before. When I entered the large room, I saw three twenty-something men there. Two of them were brothers, but that information came later.
We all greeted and I asked, “Who’s Fred?”
The shorter one, reintroduced himself by his real name, Brian, and we connected about a mutual friend.
Standing next to “Fred” was a tall medium guy with moppy hair, wearing a t-shirt and cargo pants (I don’t remember exactly, but I would put money on it that is what he was wearing). He smiled, but I remember thinking, he had an ornery look in his eyes.
We started our guitar workshop, and the ornery guy sat next to me, cracking joke after joke. He was almost annoying, since I was trying really hard to learn the camp strum. I was not impressed. AT ALL. As soon as we were done, I packed up and drove the 30 miles back home.
I saw this guy at least one more time until I knew his name. Finally, the day I reported to camp for training, the same tall, dopey guy was assigned to my ten-day village. That means, we spent every waking moment together for ten days.
During those ten days, I laughed. A LOT. I smiled. A LOT. I laughed and smiled despite my lack of sleep, no caffeine, no soda, no make up, and that I spent every moment outside with bugs. When I cracked jokes, the dopey guy laughed and smiled too, even if no one else got it.
He got the jokes. I got his jokes. For ten days, we laughed, even when no else was laughing.
When the ten days were over, we were ready to be counselors. I went home for our weekend break and talked about Scott, my funny friend.
After the first week of camp, I sat next to Scott on a bus that drove us around camp. He told me a story:
“I had a camper today who said, ‘Another year at camp, and no one gave me a Friend-o (friendship bracelet).’ So I immediately found someone to watch my kids, ran back to Holling House and made him one. He couldn’t leave camp without one again!”
In that moment, on that ride, I knew HE WAS THE ONE. There would be no one else for me. All I had to do, was convince him the same, except at that point, I think he knew too.
Two months later, we admitted our feelings.
Three months later, we looked at rings, although we were 21, I was in college, and we only met a few months before. Because it was right. We knew. We were right.