Our Story: Commencement

I love a good love story. And that’s why I love nothing better than having a couple sit on my couch and tell me how their love story began. That simple question, “What’s your story?” brings smiles like no other as, in a split second, moments of their relationship pass by their eyes. The feeling of butterflies, the first kiss, the moment he knew she was the one. Hearing a couple tell their story tells you so much about who they are. So Ryan and I wanted to share our story too. From first crush to first day as Mr. & Mrs.

Part 1: When Boy Meets Girl
Part 2: Code Words & Crushes
Part 3: Class Rings & Field Trips
Part 4: A Christmas Gift
Part 5: The First Date Mistake
Part 6: Graduation Day
Part 7: Student IDs, Scantrons, & Schedules
Part 8: A Month Apart
Part 9: A Proposal
Part 10: I Now Pronounce You... Not Compatible
Part 11: Commencement
Part 12: A Lumpy Blue Couch
Part 13: Our Wedding Day

COMMENCEMENT

A sea of black hats stretched before me to the stage. As one of the students cursed with a last name at the end of the alphabet, graduating with a Bachelor of Arts (not a Bachelor of Science), and apparently designated to go just about last, I could see almost all of the other graduates. And although Ryan had told me roughly where he would be sitting, I could not find the back of his head for the life of me.

We had planned a spot to meet on the lawn, under a big tree, where our friends and family would meet us after the ceremony. And as soon as we found each other, empty diploma cases in hand, he wrapped me up in a big hug and we waited as underclassmen and loved ones poured out of the auditorium.

Two hours later, we walked to the car, hand in hand, after handing in our regalia. College was officially over. After hundreds of hours of studying, the full schedules every semester, the extra coursework over the summers, the cram of final exam week… we had finished our degrees! And the biggest adventure in our lives was about to begin. In just 9 weeks… 63 days… we would be getting married. Other than that, we had no idea what our lives would look like. We didn’t have jobs. We didn’t have an apartment. But we had faith. Somehow, everything would fall into place over the next 9 weeks like a perfect little jigsaw puzzle.

In many ways, that’s exactly what happened.