The phone

At the ages of 14 and 15 we talked on the phone every single day for typically about 3 to 4 hours. We told each other everything. We talked about hopes, dreams, parents, and much much more. I remember both of our mothers getting mad at us one day because a meeting they had was cancelled but of course they didn't get the memo because he and I had the phone line tide up ooooops. This was also around the time the two of us started really getting serious. This was around the time I got my first kiss and let me tell you one gentle kiss from that boy and my whole body head to toes would tingle.

 

Hide and Seek

I used to love hide and seek well I still do especially when it is played in the dark. (If you've never played hide and seek in the dark you must do so immediately although my younger sister did break her toe playing this game last year.) The boy and I were about 13 and 14 when we played a game of hide and seek in the dark with our kid siblings. He was "it" and we all ran to hide as he counted to 20. I ran and hid in the closet in his room where everyone else hid I couldn't tell you. Anyway I wasn't up there very long before he found me (to this day I think he cheated because I am the quietest when it comes to hide and seek). True to his gentle loving ways when he found me he didn't yell that I was out, he didn't even tag me, he simple caressed my check and told me how soft it was. This was him, my boy, always gentle always loving no matter his age. He is the one who was always able to make me feel like the most loved cherished young lady on the planet.

The letter....

When we were 11 and 12, I was mad at him because I felt he spent all of his time with his two best friends one of which was my brother who is older than me by a year. I thought he didn't like me anymore like maybe he no longer thought I was pretty. I told my best friend about it and the two of us concocted a plan to make him suffer. We decided I would write him a love letter and then a week later tell him I never meant any of it and that he was stupid to think I actually cared about him. Well I wrote the letter and she delivered it but somehow I never got around to telling him I didn't mean what I had written. I still remember the exact moment I decided I couldn't lie to him as if it were yesterday. My best friend and I were watching as he and his best buddies played catch. I didn't care how mad he made me or how much he hurt my feelings I could never intentionally hurt him.

Little Gentlemanly Ways

I remember always having him as a shoulder to lean and cry on. All growing up he was my rock, my support system. I could tell him anything and he never made me feel stupid only loved. I remember one time in particular his mother was taking a group of us somewhere and the two of us were sitting in the very back of the van. I was telling him about something mean another child had said to me that day. He just looked at me for a minute without saying anything at all then he reached up and rubbed my ear and somehow that little action just made everything better. We were about 6 and 7 then.

Hurt feelings

So we were six and seven walking to chapel (we attended a private Christian school). I asked him if he would sit by me and his response, "No I'm going to sit by Jenna." Me: Why? The boy: "Because her hair is shinier than yours." My little feelings were so hurt. This girls hair was not ok let me tell you it was short and coarse and just plain ew. I still to this day haven't a clue what he could have been thinking. I asked him about it not that long ago and he denies ever saying this but hey I guess that's boys for you. They'll break your heart and carry on with life without missing a beat.

The Beginning

So it all started when the two of us meet at the very young ages of three and four (I know it's just darling right). Almost from the very beginning the two of us were two pees in a pod. We didn't start as friends nor as enemies but we started off loving each other and while yes the love we had for one another was a very differnt love at the tender ages of three and four than the love we share now at the ages of 23 and 24 it was still love. And that love was something special it was something noone could take from us no matter how bad they wanted to or how hard they tried.