My roommate Amy worked with Clint and he started coming around our apartment. A little bit later in the spring, he was on an intramural softball team with my brother, Zach, and a few of my other friends. The more I saw him and was around him, the more interested I became. We went on our first date on April 28.
We had so much fun together, and after our third day of hanging out I came home and told my roommate Cassie that I was going to marry him. Apparently she is magic, because it happened. :]
Whenever people have told me that they got married after a couple months, or that they "just knew" I never really believed it. But that feeling of "just knowing" is really exactly what happened with us and it seems to come when you least expect it.
This is us at Dixie Rock with a bunch of friends the first week we were dating. My brother was creeping around with his camera as always (I love you brother) and took this.
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My Vietnamese Grandma, who we call Ba (that's grandma in Vietnamese, go figure) has always had sort of a sixth sense for certain things. Knowing that I had met the person I wanted to marry was apparently one of them. Before I had told anyone in my extended family that I had even met Clint, she knew. The week I moved home, Ba told me (in her adorable broken English) that she knew I was thinking about getting married and that it was the right thing for me, even if things were tough with me being young and with both of us going to school. She said she was happy that I was going to do it before her and my grandpa passed away. Later I asked my mom if she had said anything to Ba, she told me she hadn't, and reminded me of how Ba senses things like that.
This part of the story may seem a little off subject, but it was just really significant and meaningful to me when it happened. What an amazing little grandma I have.
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