Peter and I met the summer of 2004 at summer camp as 17 year olds. I had prayed since I was a little girl that I would be able to date someone for a long time before we got married. Little did I realize what I was asking for :0) Peter and I got married exactly 5 years after the week we met. Peter is the love of my life. I am so thankful that the Lord brought him into my life. Everything is more fun when he is there.
It was the summer after I graduated from high school. My plan for the summer was to hang out on the lake with my friends all day, every day. However, my blessed mother was praying for me every day as she knew that I was headed down the wrong path. She insisted that I go to a Christian camp that I had signed up earlier during my senior year. I didn't want to go; I flat out refused to go. In the end, thankfully, my mother won out as mothers do.
The first day I was there, the course of my life changed. The Lord changed my heart, and I knew I would not be going back home the same. The second day of camp, I noticed a boy. I kept seeing him and remember thinking he was one of the cutest guys I had ever seen. As it would turn out, this boy was friends of one of the girls I had befriended at camp. A few days later, we had a trip to the waterfalls. With the help of my unknowing friend, I was able to talk to this guy whose name was Peter. I was very interested in him, and I "fell" in the creek which of course he helped me up from. We were side by side the rest of the time at camp. I still cringe at the fact I tried to lure him in by falling in the creek, but I am pleased with the beginning of our relationship.
I left camp thinking I would never hear from Peter again. A week after getting back from camp, I got an e-mail from Peter asking to go mountain biking... Needless to say, I was on cloud nine.
