I am married to Eli. We have known each other since we were 17 years old. We worked on the yearbook staff together; he was the editor and I was the copy editor. My boyfriend was the copy editor the year before and he recommended me for the job when he graduated. Fast forward to a year later. I’ve been to a year of college, broken up with that boyfriend and I’m home for the summer. Eli is working in his dad’s gas station. I must have spent 3 to 5 nights a week in that gas station, talking to him till all hours of the morning. Going home at 1, 2, 3 in the morning and then going to work at 5. Crazy. I wanted to be with him every minute of every day and it never occurred to me that I felt any more for him than really strong friendship.
I went back to college in the fall and Eli went to community college back home, where he met his first wife. I went home at Spring Break, thinking I would ask him why he stopped writing me and my mom told me he had a girlfriend. So I went back to college at the end of the week and promptly found my first husband. I went to his wedding, he went to mine, we lost touch for ten years.
So, fast forward again to 2008. I have left my first husband because of disagreements about what love and marriage mean. I hear a rumor that Eli is on Facebook. I figure I could use all the friends I can get, so I joined and looked him up. We started talking again and over the next year, we became friends again and it became clear that God meant it to be more than that. So, in December of 2009, we got married.
He brought a stepkid and a kid to the party; I brought three kids. So we have parented, step-parented and co-parented our way through two kids who are out of the house. Now we are trying to figure out how to parent two grown kids and three teenagers.