“Can you come over tonight? We need to talk out life.”
I knew he wasn’t breaking up with me, but my mind was racing out of control nonetheless.
Why did he have to send that text in the middle of the workday? The anxious, nauseous feeling never left me for the remainder of the day.
I rushed out of work that night and when I arrived at his place, he drove me through every girl’s dream – Arby’s. (I knew at this point something REALLY romantic was about to happen.) We got home, sat down to eat, and he jumped in without hesitation.
“Do you see yourself marrying me someday?” My stomach flip flopped. I nodded. My heart was racing, my stomach was churning and I couldn’t hold back a smile and nervous, excited laughter.
“Me too,” he stated with confidence, before launching into a speech. I love his speeches. They’re pep talks, life talks, and Jesus talks all rolled into one big, epic talk.
We had been dating for one year and 4 months, and we were well on our way toward marriage, although we hadn’t discussed it so directly yet. We knew it was on the horizon; we had both already met each other’s families, and it came up once in a while in casual conversation, as if we were both testing the waters to see how the other one felt.
What had spurred the text message earlier that day was a job opportunity and promotion: on Maui.
“I’m not going without you,” he told me. “So let’s get married and start our lives together on Maui.”
We had no idea how this was going to look logistically. He didn’t even officially have the job yet. But we knew that we both held the same beliefs: we wanted to marry each other and we didn’t believe in living together before marriage, so why confuse the process by one of us moving across the ocean? It was a no brainer.
We broke the news to both of our families. We were all ecstatic. We took my parents out to dinner and Jason officially got their blessing. I put in my notice at work. Everything was falling into place – except he still didn’t know if he had the job. (Some would say this was just a minor detail.) We knew we wanted to get married regardless, but the entire wedding planning process was on hold until we knew if we were moving and when.
Almost three weeks later, he finally found out 10 days before he had to be on Maui that he got the job. We entertained the idea of going to the courthouse and having a wedding “dinner” with immediate family only. He told me romantically he didn’t want to step foot on the island without his bride. Instead, we decided he would go to start work, and I would stay back to plan the wedding. We jumped into action: those ten days were the busiest of my life: we shipped his Jeep, which left us sharing one car while living and working 30 minutes away from each other in Southern California (anyone who knows SoCal knows what a feat that is); we squeezed in 6 sessions of premarital counseling before and after our work days, packed up his apartment, met with the priest of the Armenian church, got our marriage license, ring shopped and he officially proposed two days before he got on the plane for Maui. Did I mention the engagement photos and suit shopping the night before he left?
I never dreaded anything more than those 7.5 weeks we’d spend apart.
Of course, like everyone told me they would, the weeks flew. But I still drove away from the airport that day dramatically eating a donut and crying all the way up the 5 freeway.
And our reunion 3 days before our wedding was probably just as epic as our wedding day itself.
It was a whirlwind, and I wouldn’t have changed it for anything. Of course we had the predictable “you must be expecting” comments. We got the doubters and the skeptics too. “Are you sure it’s not too soon?”
But guess what?
Much to no one’s surprise, my mom was right. When you know, you just know. And when you have a God-fearing, Christ-like man who loves the Lord and loves you like nobody’s business: the peanut gallery is easy to ignore. We never had a doubt in our minds. And when God so obviously plants something like this in your lap, you race after it.
It’s been two years since that exciting season, and chasing Jesus together remains just as exciting. People say marriage is a lot of work. I guess if you consider living on fire for the Lord, loving each other like Jesus, and living with trust, hope, and faith to be “work”, then they’re absolutely right.