The Story of Us Part I

One of my best friends in the whole wide world posted something on her blog last week...a story of her and her husband.  As I read through it, I got all teary-eyed.  I've known them pretty much since they met so I had seen all that she spoke of: how they grew more in love every day, how they've never loved each other more, how they've been through so many amazing things together, and how fortunate they feel to have each other.  After reading this, I felt compelled to write our own love story. I could relate to all the sentiments that she described.

Evan and I really are like two peas in a pod.  We have such a great marriage and friendship.  I can be myself around him.  In fact, sometimes I can be myself around him more than I am when I'm all alone (if that makes any sense)!  And now, with Liliana here, our love has increased exponentially.  We have had so much fun being parents, but we're still making sure to have "us" time.  We watch 30 minutes of TV every night before we go to bed.  Liliana gets a feeding around 1:30 in the morning usually, so this means that we're often watching television at 2, but it's worth it.  It's OUR time together and I wouldn't change it for anything in the world.

I did post about our married life on our 3 year wedding anniversary, so I'll try my best to not be repetitive.  But...let's start from the beginning shall we?  I think I'm going to have to do this post in quite a few parts because it'll be really long, sorry. I'm a long-winded person, what can I say?  But, it's our story together and I'm so excited to write it...so cut me a little slack. : )

It all started in August of 1999.   I had been at Keystone (a small private school in San Antonio) for 9 years.  I begged my parents to let me go to a public school.  I wanted to meet more people, see more things...and yes, when I said "things," I meant boys.  There were about 10 guys in my class at  Keystone.  I, quite frankly, had grown sick of seeing the same ones every day!  So, my parents finally gave in with the condition that I "only enroll in honors courses."  Done and done!  I walked in to my history class, first period, and sat down.  The boy that sat next to me was wearing a red polo and some Sambas and I immediately thanked god because the boys in public school were freakin' hot...the boy's name?  Evan Lacefield.

Soon, I became friends with other people in the classroom and moved to another area, so Evan and I didn't even speak until sophomore year of high school.  Our experiences together weren't really in Evan's favor.  The first time we ever spoke went like this:

We were in Chemistry class and quite frankly, I wasn't paying attention.  See, I had gone to the Science Fair and done rather well.  Our teacher, as a reward, gave me 20 extra points on every exam...soo...why in the world would I pay attention in class?  I had a for sure A in there! Our teacher, Mr. Fuller, started getting annoyed by my chatting with friends (he called the three of us the Bermuda Triangle).

Mr. Fuller: "Hey Cristina, Where's the Bermuda Triangle?"
Cristina: (completely unaware of what the heck he just said): Huh?
Evan: (turns around and seems so sweet and whispers to Cristina): "Carbon Dioxide"
Cristina: (whispers to Evan): "thanks Evan"
Cristina: (out loud and proud to Mr. Fuller): "CARBON DIOXIDE!"
(whole classroom busts out laughing)

Yup, so that was our first conversation together.  How sweetly nerdy huh?  Really...who does that to somebody?  Who would purposefully make fun of sweet, cute, little 'ol me?  As you can imagine, the hot cute boy had suddenly become mean in my eyes...and somehow we ended up being the great couple that we are now?  To learn more about our story, you'll just have to stayed tuned...