My office was a good walk from the main printer in the church I worked at. To save myself from running down ten times a day, I would save most of my printing for once in the morning, once in the afternoon.
Hitting “print” on all my files, I picked up my keys and headed for my short cut to the main office. I cut through the gym, past the kitchen and opened the door for the back hallway.
All of a sudden there was a pounding inside my chest stronger and louder than anything I could hear in the moment. My head felt dizzy and my cheeks were burning hot. All the blood rushed to my toes and I felt faint.
Was that Andrew Switzer walking toward me?
I didn’t even know that I liked him consciously, but this unsuspecting encounter had me wondering where my heart was at during this full body reaction.
“Oh, hi, what are you doing here?” I choked out.
Dumb question. It’s probably confidential, it is a church.
I couldn’t even hear his response with the pulse in my ear drums pounding so loud. Why was I being so ridiculous? I was officially in my twenties now, not a high schooler, I couldn’t react like this!
I heard him say something about how he was going to be working on a video for the pastor I was assistant to so he’d be in contact with me on some specifics.
Oh great, I’d have to pull myself together enough to work with him on something!
We parted ways and I took my racing heart down to the printer to pick up my papers.
I remember every single detail about that encounter, because it’s the first time I remember recognizing this unspoken attraction to Andrew. It caught me off guard and overwhelmed me completely.
That was five and half years ago. We started dating the following summer, got married that spring, had our first baby the spring after that, and our second baby this past spring.
It’s been a whirlwind roller coaster at times, and sometimes I forget what a privilege it is to do life with this guy who radically stole my heart.
Everything about him on the outside seemed so different from me; care free, relaxed, maybe even a bit disorganized – but I loved that and he literally injected fun into every situation I saw him in.
The funny thing about “growing up” together, is that we see ourselves changing, I becoming a little more like him, and him maybe becoming a little more like me. But it helps to take the time to remember where we came from.
Being with him is pretty normal now, but he’s not normal. He’s the love of my life, and if I ever forget that all I have to do is think back to how desperately I wanted to be with him.
And then I thank God for giving me the man who made my heart beat so wild to live, serve and raise kids with.