It's amazing how two years ago our lives were filled with fun, but a much different kind of fun. I was thinking back to the night I met Colin. My friend Tim called and said he was touring with a band and they were playing a show in Philly a few blocks from where I worked as a nanny. He told me the bands name and I looked them up on myspace music and decided it wasn't anything I was interested in. I instead went over to meet him and get some food then went home to study for an organic chemistry test (HORRIBLE). I had told Tim before I left if they needed a place to stay we had plenty of room. Sure enough, at about 12am and seconds from entering into a deep sleep there they were---literally at my door! One by one (and there were 8 of them) they filed into our apartment. I will NEVER forget what Colin was wearing that night and he will forever think he looked cool...but he had on a giant (pretty sure it was an XL shirt with the sleeves cut out) long baggy mesh shorts, a six inch mohawk, HUGE diamon stud earrings, and horrible shoes. I remember looking at him thinking he was a really funny looking and really tall guy. In our apt. you had to go through my roommates room to get to my room which is where Colin decided to make his bed. I was getting ready to go into my room for pj's and sort of "stumbled" over him. I sat down next to him and we talked....and talked....and talked. We talked about our past relationships in dept and what we had learned from them. We talked about the future and what we wanted out of our next relationships and life in general, we talked about God, we talked and talked. Before long the sun was coming up and it was time for me to get across the city to my 7am class. I said goodbye and couldn't stop thinking about the nice guy I had chatted with all night-and about the amazing things he had said.
Needless to say, I was beyond busy with school, work, and living in an amazing city---so when Colin continued to ask for my phone number I was really reluctant to give it to him. This went on for about a month and a half until the eve of my 21st birthday. Colin IM'ed me and asked for my number so he could call and wish me a happy birthday---I gave it to him and again we talked, and talked, and talked. This time we talked about our families and friends---it was soooo fun to get to describe every family member in depth to someone who was an interested and safe stranger sort of. It was during this conversation Colin sort of started expressing feelings for me---and suddenly I replayed all of the times I had thought about him in the last 6 weeks. When the sun began to come up and it was time for me to head to class again he asked if he could call me after his show that night---let's be honest, how could I resist??? So night after night we chatted into the wee hours of the morning and never ran out of things to say. We anxiously awaited our next chance to hang out and discovered it would be 6 weeks away. (Sidenote: Colin and I met while he was touring with Emery, then REmet with sparks in our eyes at the end of the same tour, and his last tour was also with Emery). Six weeks honestly could not come fast enough, and thankfully it didn't have to! One night I had gone out with some friends and came home awaiting Colin's post show phone call, but when he called it was different! He told me he was six hours away from me and it was time to meet! He said he had unhitched the trailer from the van and was driving towards philly, that I needed to get in my car and drive towards New York and we would meet in the middle. WHOA!!! So off I went at 12 like a crazy woman filled to the brim with nervousness!!! After the longest 3 hours of my life and two cell phones going dead (at the time I was switching providers from Cingular to AT&T because I was killing my minutes talking to him so I had two working phones both of which died)---the last call I placed was to tell him my phones were both done and he said meet me at exit 163-the first gas station you see. I sat and waited until I saw the big white van pull in. There he was. He scooped me up and kissed me...love. Hahaha, it seems so cliche to type---but the feelings were soooo powerful!
Never in my life have I known a more honest and caring person. My husband is nothing sort of being the exact opposite. He is a true dreamer and a passionate loving man. He cares more about other people and living life than anyone else I know. I honestly have yet to meet anyone who has a negative thing to say about Colin. I am sooooo blessed to be his wife. No, being married to a passionate, extroverted dreamer isn't always easy, but somehow it is always refreshing. I adore that man, and envy his heart. He reminds me to gossip less (and tries to motivate me to avoid radaronline.com--never going to happen), get out more, and stop nagging. :) He is indeed my bruiser for life.
There are so many awesome moments with Colin that stand out. I remember sitting with him in a little mexican restaurant in Philadelphia on Valentines day. This place is crammed and you sit literally shoulder to shoulder in a tiny tiny room with lots of people. He leaned in and just started talking---I think to this day that is one of the moments I have felt the most loved. The list goes on and on....and on.
So now, when I babble on about how amazing Archer is, I often think back to that meeting. It's crazy to look at a little boy who is a whole lot of love. There were so many amazing moments that led up to Colin screaming "IT'S ARCHER" when the little bundle was born. The cool thing is those little moments continue, and there is living breathing proof of our pure and simple love. I'm sure having a daughter is going to be awesome, but having a mini-version of the man you love most is pretty dang cool.
This is maybe the most random blog I have posted yet, but all in the wake of mopping and thinking back over the past few years. God is so good.
Ok, Archer's nap is over and it's time to hit up babies r' us.
-sorry for the random babbling blog.
The Kimbles.
