I met my husband in college, second semester freshman year. We liked each other immediately but didn’t actually officially start dating until our junior year. We broke up a few months later because there were some people in Lavar’s life (his coach) who were not okay with our interracial relationship. But because we couldn’t get enough of each other, we got back together after that season. They didn’t like it again, but could only control Lavar throughout the season (they threatened to take away his scholarship if we dated) we broke up again. After that season we got back together and were good to go. I always knew there was something different about this guy that I couldn’t get over. I never was stuck on guys, but Lavar, he had me, dang it. Turns out, I loved him, still do, and work hard to love him for the rest of our lives.
I was so excited. I was excited to be married, excited to be starting our new life and excited to be in another country (I like adventures!). I had noooo idea what was comin’ for me. Without too many boring details, it was hard. We were newly weds, newly parents, interracial, intercultural, and living in a country that is neither of ours and a language that neither of us spoke. Our first year of marriage was hard. But, thankfully, we both had made up our minds to love God and love each other before everything and we were able to pull through. Not that marriage has been cake since then, but it was worth it, for sure.
So if you put up with my little story here and are actually interested in our life here in France, then stay tuned until next week! And then you can come fly away with me! If you have any questions or are interested in anything specific put it in the comments or message me, I would love to hear about it!