There’s nothing like a first kiss. And before we knew it, our “New Year’s Kiss” became a I.don’t.want.to.stop.kissing.you….kiss.
It was time to define the relationship.
I was not looking for a boyfriend and Chris was certainly not looking for a girlfriend. But if there is anything that I’ve learned about this entire experience, it is that everything happens for a reason, in the right season.
Chris and I have had mutual friends for the past 10 years, we went to the same youth group as teens and even attended the same events-at the same time- in the same room…and still, we never met until last year! Who knows what would have happened in our lives if we had met earlier? Would I still have done the Miss Canada pageant or travelled the world as much, if I had a serious boyfriend back home? Would I still be the same person, had I missed out on those experiences? Who knows? But of this I am certain, God knows what He is doing when He sets us out on the journey of our lives.
Neither of us wanted to be distracted from the important work that God may have for us as individuals and we openly weighed the options, not wanting to begin something unless we believed it had the potential to develop into a long-term life relationship. As the rain fell against the windows on that dark January night in Vancouver, Chris shared a glimpse into the future he saw for us together and we finally verbalized the vulnerable matters of the heart that we had kept silent for the last few months of our friendship.
There was no Facebook status update that night. We decided to keep our relationship quiet for the first while and took the next few months to learn more about each other, growing as a couple and falling deeper in love with each passing day. Our first date was at The Boathouse in Horseshoe Bay Village, because Chris knows how much I love to be near the ocean. And when we weren’t together we could be found chatting away over Facetime (Thank you iPhone!) while I was away in the Dominican Republic or he was away in Vegas for work.
On a family holiday at the end of January, my Aunt asked if he was “Mr. Canada” and my Mom responded, “No, but He’s Mr. Right!”.
A few weeks later, Chris confessed his love. And I was wholly, completely, and irrevocably smitten. But this time it was different. No hype. No crazy girly over-dramatic Rom-Com fantasy.
Being with Chris simply felt like being home.
We did the rounds with all our close friends, trusted mentors, wise pastors and protective parents. These are the most important people in our lives who we have the utmost respect for. We put our relationship under the microscope and at the mercy of their scrutiny because we wanted to make sure that we were embarking on a Godly path with a well-suited partner.
To my relief, each person green- lighted our relationship and gave their blessing. One friend even warned me to “not mess up because [she] wanted Chris to stick around!”. I had no intention of letting him go and by mid- March, while I was away for a speaking tour in New Zealand, we were on Skype every day, discussing the possibility of forever.