When we were 15, we were crazy. We were freshmen in High School. We had the world at our feet. The best thing of all was that we found each other in the mix of all the craziness.
I remember the first time I saw Holland. He looked pretty similar to the photo above. But he had on a white button up shirt. He remembers us first meeting at lunch, but I remember it being in front of our High School. Holland was and still is handsome. I thought that for sure the first time I saw him, but so did many other girls. Girls would flock to Holland. We had cement tables and benches on the outside part of our cafeteria and when I would walk to lunch (I am not kidding this is what I saw pretty much everyday) I would see Holland sitting on the table part of the bench and at least 8-10 girls surrounding him. This kinda drew my attention away from him. Yea, he was still cute but we could be friends. I never wanted to be that "girl" drooling over a guy with a pack of other girls.
Holland was on the swim team and as an "initiation for fish" and to cut time off your swim, the freshmen would shave their heads. One day in December I remember making that walk into the cafeteria and Holland was all alone.... and bald. Sitting on his concrete stoop without his flock of females. I remember pointing and laughing, but then we sat together with some friends and ate lunch.
In the beginning of the year we formed mutual friends between us, I even dated a guy that Holland went to Middle School with. However that only lasted like 3 months because that is typical when you are in High School. I found out later that Holland liked me when I was with his friend, and once I was single and I started to like Holland he wasn't interested anymore. By the time March rolled around, I was crushing on Holland waaaaay too much. I couldn't handle myself. I did all the typical things a 14 (ALMOST 15) year old would do. I would beg my friends to call him at his house(WE HAD NO CELL PHONES PEOPLE). I would have them ask if he felt the same way and PLEASE SIT WITH ME AT LUNCH. SO much for not being "That girl" right?
Right before spring break I just told myself I needed to confront him. I was going to Florida for Cheerleading Nationals and on Friday after lunch I took a deep breath and walked up to him after he got a soda from the coke machine. I remember his face.... I caught him off guard. I said " Hey, I just want you to know that I like you..... I want to know if you feel the same..." and then my heart did this
sjdhfgsdkljfhgsdljfhgdsljghgdfjkhldfsgkjhdfsgkjdfshgdfksjhgsdkjhfgaskljhdiuashc!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
He looked totally shocked and he told me that he liked me as a friend, and that since I dated his friend that he knew from middle school, he didn't know if he could ever be my boyfriend. I was sad..... but I moved on. I went to Disney World came back from Spring Break and again.... did what every 15 year old would(or at least should do ;)) ..... I ignored him. No more sitting together at lunch with friends, no friend phone calls, ANYTHING. And you know what people, it worked like a charm. Weeks later he was calling me just to "chat". He came to my birthday dinner at Macaroni grill and I made SURE to look super cute for that dinner.
We were falling for each other. All of our friends knew it, we knew it... it was just the question of WHEN WAS HE GOING TO ASK ME TO BE HIS GIRLFRIEND?!" Looking back now I guess it only took him about 3-4 weeks but at the time it felt like months. On April 13, 2002, I asked him to come to one of my cheer competitions at Fiesta Texas. We hung out there all day, and then some people went to hang out at my friend Jessica's house. we were all jumping on the trampoline and then laying down looking up at the stars. *No this isn't the moment he asked me, but I am getting to it. * Daylight savings time has just occurred I think the week or so before this. Hollands parents were extremely strict with Hollands curfew. I don't know what they did to him when he was late but OH MY GOODNESS, Holland was always asking people the time so he wouldn't be late. Freshman year he had to be home by 10, every year after that his curfew grew an hour later(p.s. I am to totally doing this with my future kids)
While we were laying on the trampoline Holland jumped up and said "OH SHIT!" I AM LATE! We thought it was only 9:40 but it was already 10:40! I called my mom to come pick us up and told her to hurry because Holland might get killed for already being SO late! We ran upstairs to Jessicas room to get our stuff and right there in front of her bunk bed struggling to catch his breath probably from fear and from running up the stairs so quickly, Holland asked me to be his girlfriend. I literally screamed and hugged him and said yes then booked it back down the stairs to run outside to tell my friends! On the way outside I tripped and broke my big toe on a cement stair but I was so excited I barely felt the pain. Holland made it home and he was still alive the next morning .Thank you Jayne and Mr.Whit for not killing him :).
I could write dozens of more posts on all the funny times we had when we were younger. I definitely want to use this blog to remember all the fun things we do and I really want to put all the past memories on here as well. I will leave off with this. When I was 15, I had NO idea Holland and I would be where we are now. We started off our relationship by celebrating every single month because again, thats about how long relationships lated in High School. On our one month anniversary, Holland brought me a dozen red roses to school, for 3 months he gave me a James Avery ring with a butterfly engraved on it. By the time we reached one year we were so excited to hit such a milestone! Yesterday we celebrated that same milestone, but for the 11th time. It still hasn't gotten old, it has just gotten better. I know how cliche this sounds, but I am really excited for all the new memories we are going to make together. Here is to 11 years babe! Cheers :)
If you want to see some more old school photos, you can watch the video I made for our Ten Year anniversary last year!
