Monday, November 3, 2014

HER STORY

Exactly three years ago today, I sat outside of Josh's house while he was sleeping off a terrible cold and left him three voicemails. I wanted him to wake up. I wanted to cook him dinner. I wanted to hang out with my friend Josh. 

Three years later and we are married. 

To my love, 
Thank you for waiting for me. You knew before I did that my mind just needed to catch up with my heart. You are my best friend, my rock and my future. I love you so deeply within my soul that I cannot qualify it with words.  
Here's to four years of knowing you, three years of being with you, and a lifetime of years ahead.  
Love,
Maureen
One of the first pictures ever taken of us during Oliver!


How did it all start? Let me tell you...

I remember the exact moment I met Josh. We were at a callback singing together for the musical Oliver! at the Little Theatre of Alexandria. I was singing for the role of Nancy and Josh was singing for the role of Bill Sikes… the old, really mean character. I remember thinking, “this kid is way too nice and way too young to play this part.” What I didn’t realize was that this kid was the amazing man I was going to marry.
 
Actually, I wouldn’t let myself even consider the fact that Josh was the man I was going to marry for a very long time. Now, don’t stop reading… this love story has a happy ending, but I think that the truth of my falling in love with Josh is the most beautiful part. Our story has a lot of bumps and turns and twists because our love story is real. And for that I am eternally grateful.
 
Josh met me when I was going through a very bad time. I can say this now and laugh, because in hindsight that horrible experience is one of the ways in which God was able to bring Josh into my life. But at the time, I was a mess. The funny thing is that Josh didn’t care. 
 
Though he wasn’t cast as the mean old man, Josh and I were both in Oliver! together and after chatting with a group over dinner and drinks after rehearsal one night, I opened up to him about how much fun I had on my recent mission trip to the Dominican Republic. One thing led to another, we started talking about the trip, and  and an instant friendship was born.
 
No one has ever made me laugh as hard as Josh. Ever. Those of you who know him well know exactly what I’m talking about. His warm heart and impeccable comedic timing make him one of the funniest people I know. He is also incredibly kind, almost unbelievably so. Josh stood by my side as I healed, listened when I needed to cry, and was always there when I needed him. 
 
In those early days of friendship with Josh I used to love coming to the theatre to do the show (and though I wouldn’t admit it to myself, to see Josh). At a time when I was closed off from the world, Josh re-opened my heart.
 
He never used to eat dinner, so I would share mine with him each day. I would stand back stage and make goofy faces while he sang. And he would always text me to make sure I got home safely after our late night drives home after the show.
 
Fast forward--because I’m always too verbose and this is getting long--the show ends, Josh and I are great friends, we spend several nights a week together hanging out as just friends, a few months go by and then he kisses me.
 
This is where the twists come in to our story. I was still not in a great place and certainly not ready to be dating. But we tried, and then I freaked out and so we stopped. That summer was a really hard one and we had periods where we weren’t talking, periods where we were trying to be friends, and periods where I was dating someone else. I tried very hard not to love Josh. I thank God every day that I failed.
 
Later that fall, Josh and I came back into each other’s lives as friends. Because he is the best man I know, he instantly welcomed a re-kindled friendship with me. After a month or so, of making dinner together, hiking Old Rag, and auditioning for another show together, I finally realized that above all else, I wanted to be with Josh. That was November 3, 2011.
 
Our anniversary is one of the funniest stories. It was a rainy weeknight and our rehearsal for Spelling Bee had been cancelled. My friends wanted me to go to happy hour, a nice guy wanted to take me to dinner, and instead I asked Josh what Josh was up to that evening. Poor Josh was sick and informed me that he was taking some Nyquil and going to nap. 
 
Ignoring texts from everyone else, I decided to go grocery shopping and cook Josh his favorite dinner. I called him from the parking lot of Giant. He obviously didn't pick up because the poor man was sick and sleeping. So, logically, I drove to his house and sat outside hoping he would wake up. I left two more messages on his phone before I realized I was acting like a crazy person, admitted that my actions indicated how much I cared about him, and freaked out and drove home. 
 
My brain was so worried about getting hurt and overanalyzing every reason why we should or shouldn't be together, but my body had literally driven to Josh's house because all I wanted to do was spend time with him.
 
Later that night, Josh (after laughing at my messages) came over and I cooked him dinner and finally confessed how much I wanted to be with him.
 
Since that night, I am blessed to say that I have been. I am even more blessed to spend the rest of my life with him now.
 
Josh still has those three phone messages saved. They are so embarrassing and hilarious but one of my favorite memories. I am quite sure he will be playing them for our grandchildren some day and I plan to be sitting next to him, holding his hand, and laughing right along. 
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