From Friends to Forever

Yeah, so... the friends phase lasted for about 3 months before I couldn't take it anymore.  

I was about to go on a vacation with my family for week to the BVI's.  

Timeout-- can we just talk about the BVI's for just a second?  Most.gorgeous.place.on.EARTH.  I would sell all of my belongings and move to an island in a heartbeat if it weren't for wanting to be near family.  I would sell hand-made jewelery and Bren would be the local banker  ;)  The boys would catch fish, and we would all live in a hut and walk around barefoot all the time.  I might dread my hair.  Bren might dread his beard.  

Virgin Island Bliss

Okay.... whoa.  I am getting a leeeeetle carried away. 

Back to the story:

Bren offered to take me to the airport... at 4:30 a.m... to catch an early flight to paradise.  I think it was at that moment that I totally fell in love with him.  I remember thinking "This guy is SUCH a good person," and wondering what it would be like to have someone so kind and decent by my side.
Let's just say I had some serious douche-bags in my dating history.

The whole entire week I was in the BVI's, all I could think about was Bren.  I would be scuba diving and thinking about how I wished he were there with me.  I would be laying in my cabin at night wishing I could talk to him.  This was another HUGE sign that I was falling for this man.  Here I was in paradise, the most beautiful place on Earth, and I wanted to be elsewhere.

More Virgin Island Bliss

When I came home, he and I picked up where we left off... the friend game.

Until one night, like I said, when I got a bit of liquid courage in me and decided I would put myself out there, risk the friendship, take a chance:
I sent him a text saying::
"When I come home, I'm coming downstairs to be with you.  Leave your door unlocked."
I may have been a little more forward than that, but I'll tone it down for the purposes of this post.

As he recalls, he immediately jumped up from playing Halo 2, got into the shower, and nervously waited for me to come home for about 3 hours.
I love when he tells it from his end.  It makes me giggle!

Anyway, without going into terrible detail, he and I became a total item that night.
From then on, we were crazy in love.
And the BEST part was (is) that we were (are) still BFF's. 

Me and my BFF back when I looked like I was 90 pounds, aka- the good ol' days.

I think that is such an important aspect to having a successful romantic relationship... to be FRIENDS with the person you're in love with.  I am so thankful we have always had that.


Next Chapter: The Oh Shit, I'm Pregnant Show

coming soon  ;)


Kindly~

Meghan

In the beginning

It really is hard to think back to a time before Brendon and I were in each others lives.  I suppose that can be looked at from a number of different angles, but I'll stick with it being incredibly sweet and romantic  ;)

We have a story unlike any I have heard, which I of course LOVE.
It's bizarre, it's not normal, it's backwards.
We went about things in a way that the majority of people might not have.   
Maybe I just think that. 
Whatever the case... I love how "we" came to be.

I was living in a house with two of my guys friends, working full-time as a manager at Starbucks now do you see how COOL I am?, going to school full-time, and I was spending any free time I had with family and friends.  Life was good.  Better than it had ever been for me.  I was really happy for the first time in a loooong time.

Enter: My roomies, Joe and Eddie.  The three of us were looking for a basement tenant for our townhouse.  They had a bunch of friends they probably could have dumped in there, but I wanted to see if we could find someone that none of us knew. 

Enter: Kathi- One of my best friends at the time.  She knew of someone perfect for the house; her brother-in-law, "Bren," who was looking for a place.  She put me in touch with him, and the roomies and I set up a time when we could all be home to meet with him and see if it would be a good match.

Enter: Bren- The night he came over to meet with us, I greeted him at the door, and (warning: cheesy) I literally could not find words for a second.  I had to take a step back and compose myself.  There was this electricity that came with him, and it was all in his eyes.  

Once I was able to stop drooling all over myself, I shook his hand and we all sat down together to discuss living arrangements.

Everything ended up working out, and Bren moved in within 2 weeks.  

All was well in the Kingstown house.  Everything was just dandy.  Me and the boys.  I was rolling right along in school.  Having a blast in my social life.  Just rolllling right along.  

As was the usual scene, we were all hanging out one night and I was hungry (again, usual).  I asked if anyone wanted to come with me to IHOP for late-night breakfast comida.

Bren was all in.  He loves food more than any DOG I know.  It's insane.  And somewhere in between mouthfuls of pancakes and forkfuls of hash browns drenched in ketchup, a forbidden infatuation was sparked.   Damn it, I actually liked him, but I couldn't/shouldn't/wouldn't!!  And I could tell... he liked me too!  ;)

After that, he and I were attached at the hip.  BFF's.  Totally in sync.  Out to dinner/drinks 2-3 times a week, going to movies together, watching movies at home, cooking together.  You name it.

All the while, that electricity I felt when I very first met him was still there, buzzing between us.

But we went merrily merrily merrily along, pretending ours was just a normal friendship.

Until one night......

To be continued  ;)


Kindly~

Meghan