Thursday, August 31, 2017

Thoughts for Thursday: Our Love Story

I've never really written it down anywhere, and after I posted this about us going back to visit our alma mater, Baylor, with our two kids in tow, I had some requests to share Brandon and my story. So, here you go: our love story. 


In 2007, I studied abroad via Baylor University's "Baylor in Great Britain" program. It was, hands down, the best summer of my life. I went into the trip not really knowing anyone, and roomed with a friend of a sorority sister, Laura who has now become one of my very best, lifelong friends. 


Yes, my hair was that short. Don't ask.

One evening in our dorm as we were distracting ourselves from the homework we should have been doing, Laura started talking about this guy named Brandon. She pulled up his picture on her clunky laptop on an equally clunky (and just a mere 2.5-years-old Facebook) and I thought he was the most handsome guy ever. And I vividly remember saying, "Oh my gosh, he's so cute. But he'd never go out with me." We giggled, talked about how cute he was some more, and went on our merry way exploring London, with me thinking that I'd probably never run into Brandon and be single until I graduated. {I had gotten out of a really  tumultuous relationship from 2005-2006 that was so awful emotionally that I told myself that I wasn't going to date for a good while.} 

Fast forward to January 2008. It was the first day of the new semester and it was freezing cold outside. I had a class, Nonverbal Communication, for my minor, Corporate Communication, which I just happened upon because I was only about four credits short to actually qualify as a minor, so I just said "Why not?" and went for it. The class was in Castellaw Communications room #249. 

I was dressed up for class, because I had work right after class, and because I'm me, I was early to class. And not a minute before class starts, Brandon walks into class and sits in the desk right behind me. I still remember what he was wearing: jeans, boots and a blue sorority "Foam Crush" T-shirt. I could feel my face turning bright red. I pulled out my Motorola Craz-R (remember those?!) and texted Laura, "Guess who's in my Nonverbal Class?" She replied, "Who?" I said, "Your friend, Brandon Whitaker." (I think it's funny that I misspelled his -- our -- last name because it's a frequent occurrence.) I don't remember much else from our texting conversation, but I do remember being so excited he was in my class so I could look at him. Ha! At the time, I was casually dating another guy, but it was nothing serious and was a very wishy-washy "relationship," if you could call it that. 



Well, fast forward that semester and we, along with my former neighbor who was also in our class, became friends. We would casually flirt, talk when we weren't supposed to, and I'll admit, Brandon was a total motivator to go to class. The guy I was casually "dating" ended things on Valentine's Day (seriously) and I'll admit that I had a big ol' glass of wine, planned to go home the next day to get out of Waco, and was a bit sad/annoyed with the other guy. After that glass of wine, I texted my friend/former neighbor and asked him for Brandon's number. (Oh yes I did!) We were technically working on a group project at the time and I told him I just had some questions about the group project. He gave me Brandon's number and guess what? I called him! Every single thing we teach girls not to do, I did. (Face palm.)

We talked for over an hour with plans at the end of our conversation to meet for dinner that Sunday night at a restaurant called Teriyaki Park, since I was going to my hometown for the weekend. 



I don't remember anything about being home that weekend, but I do remember my phone buzzing when I was on my way home (in little bitty Mart, Texas) and it was Brandon telling me he had a couple of tests the next day, so he needed to study, and would need to reschedule our dinner. I was really bummed. But the more I drove, the more I thought. We had our Nonverbal class the next day and we most definitely didn't have a test. Then I got mad. 

So, the next day when I saw him in class, I called him out on the carpet right then and there. I have no idea what I said, but I know I was frustrated. I do remember telling him that he was going to make it up to me soon, though. And sure enough, after a few days, he called me and asked me to go to dinner with him again. I replied that he better not stand me up. Our official first date was to On the Border in Waco, Texas. I don't remember what I wore, what I ate or even what we talked about, but I know it was a fun first date and I was smitten. 



Soon after, he called me and asked if I wanted to come over and hang out at his house. Consequently, I was at a party with Laura, but we left and she took me to my apartment, and then I went to his house. We talked for the longest time, continued our conversation through the Whataburger drive-through for breakfast tacos (so college of us) and ended the evening with him kissing me in front of his house. 

A couple of weeks later was Baylor's All-University Sing, a huge song-and-dance production that's one of the biggest deals on campus. My sorority, Zeta Tau Alpha, was performing and our theme was "Route 66." Of course I was stuck with the female truck driver costume and looked, well, a bit butch. Brandon wasn't performing with his fraternity, Kappa Sigma, so he was out in the audience with his friends/roommates...watching his butch-looking new "girlfriend" perform. 


Horrible costume, right?!

After the performance, my mom and her friends took Brandon and me out to eat and he was basically baptized by fire. ;) After dinner, he drove me to my apartment, kissed me in his truck, and asked me to officially be his girlfriend. (Do people still do that anymore?!) Of course, I said, "Yes!" 

And the rest, they say, is history. 

But in all seriousness, it most definitely wasn't a perfect relationship to begin with. We bickered constantly (but never, ever broke up!), which I find so random and weird now, because we rarely bicker. We'll nag, but we don't argue very often. And, Brandon left in June 2008 (a mere five months after we met) to study abroad with the Baylor in Argentina program for a little over a month, while I was stuck in Waco doing summer school. He retuned in late July 2008, graduated in August 2008, and moved home to the DFW area right after graduation. (I stayed in Waco because I wasn't set to graduate until December 2008, a semester early.) He lived at home (to save up for my engagement ring, which I didn't know at the time) and we would do the every other weekend thing: either he would drive down to Waco and stay the weekend, or I would drive up to Dallas and stay at his parents' house (yup!!!) for the weekend. 



I finally moved to Dallas on Dec. 27, 2008, for a paid internship at a PR firm, which turned into a job. I had my own apartment in Uptown Dallas and loved living by myself in the big city. That job wasn't anything what I was expecting (though I made wonderful friends out of it!), and I got another job at another PR firm (consequently through my now sister-in-law's sister-in-law!) and worked there for four years. On March 27, 2010, Brandon proposed to me at White Rock Lake in Dallas, and we got married a mere 6.5 months later on Oct. 9, 2010. 



And there you have it! Our love story, all weaved together by God through Baylor University and friends/neighbors. I'm so thankful to now be Mrs. Brandon Whitacre. <-- spelled correctly ;) And I'm so thankful of this life we have together with our two precious boys. 




Linking up with Annie, Natalie and Julie

9 comments:

  1. I loved reading this! Our love story is a bit more complicated than y'alls so it's spanning lots of posts, haha! I had never seen a wedding photo of y'all before.. your dress is so classy and gorgeous!

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  2. Such a sweet story! Isn't it amazing how God is always working when we don't even see it yet?!

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  3. I love hearing this sweet story. You two were obviously meant to be. Adorable family!

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  4. Oh my goodness!!! I love your story - it is so sweet!!! Loving the throwback photos too ;)

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  5. I love hearing other people's love stories and yours is too cute! It's so awesome to have memories from college together.

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  6. I love your story!! Reminds me of how I met my husband, in a college class :)

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  7. I just LOVE love stories! Our story is SO similar it's crazy! Met at UNC, I contacted him first (woops!), and we did long distance for a while after he graduated. You guys look like babies! And I love your hair short!

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  8. What a beautiful story friend, all the feels and the happiest ending (although not the end at all!) x

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