Crash Into Me

My Lacey

Once again, I have decided to steal something from Shannon's blog. She's such a good writer with a great imagination, it's something I aspire to have, but probably never will. Anyway, I know there are only about 3-4 people who read my blog, but I realized that pehaps a couple of those have never heard the story. And since a big change has now ocurred in our lives, I thought I would take this opportunity to tell the (somewhat bizarre) story of Lacey and I. Be prepared, this will be a long post. So long in fact that I'm going to split it into two parts, cliffhanger included.

When someone asks us, "How did you guys meet?", it's a tough question to answer. The short, quick answer would be "on the internet!" But that sounds fairly shady, and isn't exactly how it went. I guess the beginning of the story would trace back to (party like it's) 1999. That is when I made the big decision to move out to Moscow, Idaho from Sheridan, Indiana, merely on the whim of my Dad who read Credenda and Doug Wilson books. It was a two-fold plan. MY plan was to take a year at NSA, and figure out what I wanted to do with my life. My Dad's plan was for me to find a wife. Totally nuts, I know, but hey, he was paying my tuition. Anyway, I moved out there, and almost immediately had more Christian friends than I ever had in my life. It was wonderful. NSA was ok, but to me it served better as a springboard to friendships. Life consisted mostly of computer games in the Big Haus basement, Sunday steak and volleyball, and late-night hooka smoking. There were girls to enter and exit my interest, but nothing serious. Anyway, one of these friendships I made was a guy named Jon Amos. Anyone reading this knows Jon, and how cool he and his family is. Well, in the summer of 2000 (I think!), Jon was married to a delightful woman named Hollie White. She, of course, lived in Monroe, Louisiana, where several other of my friends at that time (Remy, Bray, Christin, etc.) either lived or had close ties. So I started to get to know Jon and Hollie as a couple. They hung out with our circle of friends quite a bit, despite being newlyweds. That's what's so cool about the Amoses, they are always willing to chill. Fast forward to 2002 when Hollie is about to have their first child, Ethan. I had been hanging out with them a lot more that summer (my last in Idaho) because most of our other friends were home for the summer. That sounds bad I know, but it wasn't like that. Regardless, Hollie's family had come into town for the birth, and I had gotten to know them as well (I still remember her Grandpa's HUGE hands!) through card games like spades, movies, and just hanging out. By the time it was almost time for me to move back to Indiana, it was time for the Whites to go back to Louisiana. I remember this part very well. Ethan Atwood and I were headed to the Fagans for Monday night dinner, and Ethan remembered that he had left his jacket at the Amoses. So we decided to stop by on our way out to Pullman. The Whites were still there, but getting ready to head to the airport. As we were about to leave with Ethan's jacket, Mrs. White asks "do you guys have an email address"? I thought it was quite an odd question, and I kinda glanced at Hollie. She merely started laughing and muttered under her breath "Mom loves to set people up". I thought, hey what have I got to lose? I'm almost 25 years old, still single, and still ready to get married. So Ethan and I both gave her our emails and didn't think another thing about it. That is until about two months later, when I got an email from one Lacey Rockett.