James and I were very young when we met – I was 16, and he was 19. A mutual friend introduced us at a music festival, and we just instantly hit it off.
I’d just finished my GCSEs, and James was about to start his course in biomedical sciences at university. So, after three months, he went 100 miles south and for the first two years of being together, we were almost permanently long distance.
In 2011, I (completely by fluke) moved to the same city to start my own university course, and so started two years of practically living in each other’s pockets. It could have been make or break, but it was so refreshing to just be able to go and see him whenever I wanted!
It was when I went to university that I finally started to take God seriously. I went along to St Thomas Crookes in Sheffield, completely unsure of what I even believed anymore. I instantly loved it and have not looked back – if you’re ever in the Steel City, check them out!
One week, I had no one to go to church with – so I took along my unwilling boyfriend (I’d taken him along to so many churches that he hated!) one evening, and he too, has never looked back.
Fast forward two years, we’ve both left university, we’ve both (for that reason) left St Thomas Crookes, and are now in a slightly quieter church in our home town! We got engaged on Bamburgh beach, on a sunny July evening, after a picnic and patisseries.
Since then, despite having 1093 days, it has been a whirlwind of activity. We’ve booked our church and venue, and our lovely photographer Sarah-Jane Ethan (#keen!).
We have 993 days to go, and I can’t wait to share this journey with whoever stumbles upon our journey. I want to struggle, laugh and plan on this blog, and be able to write down anything – I’m sorry if I bore you!
It’s day 100, and I am content. What am I expecting from this journey? To see God grow in our relationship, to see our relationship grow even more, and to have the best wedding in the whole world, even if it’s only the best in my little world.