a love story: the twitterpation

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I had been walking around in a clumsy prayer high, listening to God in the falling of an acorn. I could lapse into long spiritual metaphor simply by hearing my alarm clock. I was giddy, and I didn’t need cigarettes or anything else – not a cute toosh, no night-long blitzes, not a man. 

I had joined a club (Ju Go Ju) – the christian school equivalent to a sorority. I couldn’t believe it either. They made me wear a bow in my hair, but the girls were nice. We’re at the Student Union, and everyone flocked like gulls on fresh french bread to some tall, shiny-haired guy. I was interested to see what all the cuckawing was about, and I normally would  have been too cool to bend my neck, but alas, I had to get all the Ju Go Ju Beau’s to sign some sheet of paper, and I heard this one’s a beau.

Seth was cheery and had on a worn Polo shirt. He had a firm handshake and was confident. He did not seem mysterious or at all like he would ponder endlessly in dark corners.  I stood. He walked straight to me, and this was our conversation:

Hi. My name is Seth.

Oh. Hi. I’m Amber. 

Where are you from?


Are you an Alabama fan or an Auburn fan?

Uh. I don’t care. I don’t watch football.

Okay. Well, nice to meet you.

Yeah. You too.

It certainly wasn’t romantic – hardly anything to note. I picked up my things and scooted to the other side of the room to study. As I read through notes, I was drawn to watch him. I couldn’t stop. The more I looked (and I tried not to) and the more I prayed was the more I developed a full-on crush. It happened within seconds that God gave me the news, and I thought, yeah, it would be crazy if he is the one I’m to marry.

Back then, though, was when I had first been born into that believing heart. I felt encased and protected. I was secure. I told the Lord that He could pair us if He wanted, and then I stood back –

except for this one night before church when I wondered if it was the same place Seth would worship. I spiffed up as if Seth were to be there, and when I arrived and found my seat, I was guilty. The congregation sang, and I realized I was going to church for a man. I was sorry. I talked to my invisible daddy, and He was so sweet, so I sang to Him.

And behind me started a voice, one unique and beautiful voice. Without thinking, I looked over my shoulder. Seth was standing there praising – unconcerned with me – and, let me tell you, he was strong on handsome. 

We talked after service. He left for a week, and when he returned (Oct. 25, his birthday), he came straight to my dorm and called me downstairs. I ran down the hall in my torn jeans and socks. We had thirty-five minutes before curfew, and we took it. We took every spare minute either of us had. I knew.

Over Thanksgiving break he bought my ring, and over Christmas break he proposed. I had known him for two months, but I would have said Yes after two weeks. 

During this time, I laughed uncontrollably even while alone.  We were every cliche and everything new –  all trust and rest and wide-open love, revised specifically and intimately –  on behalf of eternity.

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Sue Sue
Reply February 3, 2009

Oh, Amber, what a story. I fell in love with him the first time I saw him too. On that first October 25, the Louisiana sky was ablaze with fireworks from the fair. We could see them outside our hospital window. I cuddled him and held him up to see the burning sky. It's good to know he's still capable of inspiring fireworks. You, gentle soul, are a treasure to this mamma...
Sue Sue

Reply February 3, 2009

Hmmm... so, mom... that was embarrasing.

Time for the running commentary:

I had never seen such beauty wrapped in a purple jersey (as was the custom of certain ladies on Friday) and tied up with a purple bow. She was shy and said that she could not care less about football with a wry little grin. That was the hook in the lip. She set it and started reeling as she walked across the Union.

Several days later I would meet her in her dorm room. The jeans, those ripped ones? It was high-fashion--the kind that sets a college junior's mind to flirtation. Flirtation over coffee at the local shop. Matt made two and then gave us a piece of cheesecake. He and his wife sat behind the counter, steaming milk, and watching us with giggles covered by the ssssssssss of the frother.

By the time our coffee was finished, so was I.

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Reply February 3, 2009

Beautiful story, beautiful story-teller....
Do we have to wait until next Tuesday for more? Keep telling it, friend!

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Megan @ Hold it UP to the Light
Reply February 3, 2009

Sweet words from ALL (3) of you! You all write so beautifully and it's as though I can see it all playing out like a movie in my head....

Thanks for making me smile and cry this morning!

See, we Bama girls DO have intelligent, creative beauty!

Reply February 3, 2009

I'm beaming....really. Thank you for writing this all down so we can read it. It's beautiful!!!!

Reply February 3, 2009

seth is hot. quote me on it.

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Janna at Rainbow Dull
Reply February 3, 2009

This reminds me a lot of when I met John, and the story of us -- though our story is different in a lot of ways. True love feels familiar, I guess.

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Shannon M.
Reply February 3, 2009


Love, love, love the last line about your love. Ain't it the truth, sister. The poetry in your heart just pours out all over the keyboard.

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Reply February 3, 2009

i am such a sucker for a pretty love story, and i feel like such a sucker loving them because my inner cynic is such a loudmouth, but i do love them, nonetheless.
i'm here, all grinning in the coffee shop over my americano in the corner. the server has noticed, and is being especially nice to me now.
sucker. for sure.

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brooke robinson
Reply February 3, 2009

ok, i actually teared up! you two loves birds. I honestly enjoy watching you two drool over each other. pretty cute. we want more of the story!!! come on, don't leave us hanging

Reply February 3, 2009

Oh My, I love a good love story! It just brings me right back to college, falling in love with my man.
I can't wait for the next installment!! :) This is like a good book that you can't put down!

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Heather of the EO
Reply February 3, 2009

You really just need to go ahead and write a book. That was so much fun to read and so touching. It really was.

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Reply February 3, 2009

this is nothing like the first time i met latonya. we were at a waterdeep rock-and-sweet-river-roll show. we were both in college. separate schools, separate states, similar friends. she was strong on pretty, and i was strong on body odor. but she laughed when i told stories. and i asked our similar friends about her later. now we are texans. she's still strong on pretty, but i wisened up and got strong on patchouli. romance has never been so aromatic.


the domestic fringe
Reply February 3, 2009

What a sweet story! You two work fast - 2 months? Good for you.

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Lora Lynn
Reply February 3, 2009

love it.

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Murray Williams
Reply February 3, 2009

What a great story... thanks for sharing...

**Switching Subject**
Your blog is incredible! Holy Moly, you've really got me thinking it is about time to do a rebuild of my blog. Incredible!

Reply February 3, 2009

oh love stories that involve auburn football....doesn't get any better than that. lol. In fact I think my first conversation with my future husband involved that question. So does that mean Seth doesn't like football either?

Reply February 3, 2009

WOH... Easy Jennifer. Love football. I am all man. ALL MAN I tell you.

Honey, I'll be home to cook supper in ten minutes. Please have my apron ready.

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Reply February 3, 2009

I love you two!!!!!

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Reply February 3, 2009

Wow! This brings back so many delicious memories with Hubs. How do you pull it up like it was yesterday? Our relationship has been updated so many times (like facebook profile pictures) that I can barely remember those electric beginning days.

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Jenny Beth Walker
Reply February 3, 2009

I am giddy, grinning like a school girl reading of such young, pure, abandoned love. Reminds me of my own story. God gave me the desire to marry Benton at 15 (so Arkansas cliche but true). To borrow a cheesy line, he truly had me at hello. Love it girl! Bring it, bring it on! Love you too! JB

Reply February 3, 2009

Amber, I love this. Precious.

The first time I laid eyes on my man, I thought he was an arrogant hot-head, and he thought I was an uptight snob. And we were both probably right. But then God worked a miracle (the first of many in our life together), and two months later I was picking out china patterns. Almost 15 years later, he still makes me all rumbly.

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Reply February 4, 2009

Amber, that. was. fall-over. BEAUTIFUL.

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Adventures In Babywearing
Reply February 8, 2009

Amber, I am so glad I met you before I read this. Wow. Did you know my husband and I met and were engaged in 3 months? And of course you know we went on to have 3 boys (and since just had a girl). I love how you write.


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Reply February 8, 2009

Your story has it all: emotion and good looks and happy ending. Loved it!

Reply February 9, 2009

Pretty sure that was the most fun read I've had in a long while. And bonus points that you both love Jesus.

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Reply February 10, 2009

Oh, WOW! Can you write or what! Linked to you form Chatting at the Sky. Great love story, great writing, thanks for sharing.

Reply October 10, 2009

This reminds me of how my husband and I started dating too! I love when you say he was "strong on handsome". Love it.

Reply March 14, 2012

Love your writing style. And your story.

Reply March 30, 2012

How have I missed this. I love the smile you both bring - listening to the banter in the comments was almost as fun as your poetic post. :)

Reply October 20, 2012

I read this story as if you were telling me, as if I were perched on the edge of your couch and your hand was on his knee and you were saying, "Guess what just happened with us last night?" This makes me believe in love the way I've always wanted to, the way my parents continue to show me, and I hope you stay happy for the rest of your lives and then some. I have no doubt that you will.

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