On our first date, we watched The Emperors New Groove and danced around in the kitchen while making chicken salad. From a can. Canned chicken.
Poor college kids, what can I say?
A few days later, I was leaving campus for break. I wrote a note and slipped it in his mailbox while he was at football practice.
As I gassed up my car, I noticed a text from him, telling me to check my front step before leaving town.
Guess what I found when I went back to my apartment’s front door?
A letter.
I found a letter he had dropped off on his way to practice.
He hadn’t seen mine yet.
It was like our hearts were on the same wavelength. We both wrote each other letters without planning it.
That day, I knew something was different — something steadfast, something patient, something lasting.
In a world that moves fast and skips the lines, we uncovered a beauty in moving slow and standing steadfast on holy middle ground — on waiting on the Lord as he dared us to dance a little longer when we didn’t know the next step forward.
