His name is Don and after being great friends for several years, we begun dating and now next June, we'll be married. It's an amazing thing to be in love with your best friend.
And today this special guys turns 24!! Happy Birthday, baby.
In honor of his big day, I thought I'd share a post I wrote about 6 months ago. At the time, I didn't have a blog but felt all these thoughts and feelings coming and had to get them down. I didn't think I would ever actually share it with anyone. I love looking back on our relationship and reminiscing over so many sweet times. I feel so blessed to be marrying the love of my life.
I hope you enjoy it and if you see or know Don, don't forget to wish him a very Happy Birthday!
Thank you, One Republic.
Today, I’m grateful for miscommunication and crushed dreams.
I’m especially grateful for miscommunication among the staff of One Republic’s
tour. You see this past summer, a certain friend of mine received a call from
One Republic. They needed a stage manager and after looking over his resume,
had decided he was the one for the job.
It all made sense. My friend was a recent college grad with
a major in media comm and audio production. He had spent the last semester in
Nashville, Tennessee learning the ins and outs of the music world. He had
worked behind the scenes for numerous other bands and knew all the nitty gritty
about mixing, mastering and recording music. He was also a musician. This guy
can shred a guitar and write a song that will melt your heart (believe me, I
know). My friend also has this incredible ability to get 5 or fewer hours of
sleep and still be the most upbeat, friendly guy out there. All in all, he was
perfect for this job.
So, from a small Podunk town in Indiana, he headed south to
meet up with the band for the job of a lifetime.
One Republic, thank you for miscommunication.
About an hour and a half into the drive, he got another
call. This one, not so exciting.
There had been a miscommunication among One Republic’s staff
and the position he had been ecstatic for was somehow no longer available. (Side
note: In the education world, you get fired for things like this but hey, this
is the world of music-anything goes).
My friend was crushed. The job of a lifetime had just been
pulled out from underneath him. He turned around, spent the night in
Indianapolis with some old college friends and eventually headed back to the
small town Indiana.
I’m grateful for crushed dreams.
You see, if that miscommunication hadn’t happened. If One
Republic’s staff hadn’t made that mistake, if my friend hadn’t received that
disappointing phone call, my life wouldn’t be the same.
If it wasn’t for that miscommunication,
Our group of friends never would have gone to that Indian’s
game.
All of us bored with Indiana summers, decided to make the
most of it and head out to an Indianapolis Indian’s game. The night was a blast
(all 15 innings and 5 hours of it) and for the first time, our 3 year long
friendship began to spark. My mind began
to wander about my good friend who had always been the life of the party, an
incredible conversationalist and committed follower of Christ.
I’m grateful for crushed dreams.
If it wasn’t for that miscommunication,
We never would have gone to that drive-in.
The good ole arm stretch move never would have been pulled.
Miranda would never have had to keep her eyes glued to the
screen to avoid looking back at us.
To avoid seeing the cuddling that was going on. Because who
knew what this meant for our group of friends?
I sure didn’t.
But, I knew that as terrifying and unknown as it was, there
was something equally as exciting and great.
I’m grateful for crushed dreams.
If it wasn’t for that miscommunication,
He never would have stayed in Indiana.
He never would have coached that team.
We never would have taken late night walks around that small
town.
Or laid underneath the stars by the baseball field of the
high school
If it wasn’t for that miscommunication,
He never would have led worship at that church.
Or kissed me for the first time in the sanctuary of that church.
If it wasn’t for that miscommunication,
He never would have asked me to be his girlfriend on that
bike path that warm September evening.
Or moved into that house on Wigger St, where so many great
memories were made.
You see, if it wasn’t for that miscommunication. If it
wasn’t for that mix up of phone calls or texts or e-mails or whatever it was
that impeded One Republic’s staff.
If it wasn’t for that one crushed dream,
I wouldn’t have found the love of my life.
So thank you, One Republic. Thank you for that call that
while at the time seemed like the biggest letdown ended up being one of the
greatest things imaginable. You kept him here in small town Indiana, where the
fall was beautiful and the winter horrible.
But most of all, where our fairy tale began.
Thank you.
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