Actually a kinda boring story. My parents decided to move when I was 15 (my parent build the house I grew up in), and they built a house about 50 miles from where I grew up. We changed congregations, and I became friends with a girl about two years younger than me. She had an older brother that I started to get a crush on about six months after we became friends. I had a crush on him for 4 years. He was two years older than me, so shortly after that he graduated and moved out of his parents' house, but still near and in the same congregation. He had a girlfriend for a couple months from a different congregation. I had known her for years, and a few months after she broke up with him, I went to his sister's graduation party (different sister). The former girlfriend and I talked the whole time, and she kept saying we'd be a great couple because we had so much more in common than she and him did. She felt like he was her brother and couldn't even kiss him! Fast forward to a year later, I had my graduation party, just after I had gotten my hair cut much shorter than it had ever been. It came to just under my chin, so cute, if I say so myself! During the party, my future husband's cousin (who is about 5 years younger than me) started punching me and wrestling me. He has a habit of getting out of hand, but I had him beat (yes, I do have two older brothers, thanks for asking ) At that point, future hubby came to the rescue and beat him up (sort of). Afterwards, my brother's wife said that a guy kept looking at me throughout the party, but she refused to say who. She is such a tease!! About four months later, his family needed help putting down tile in their new hottub room, and as I had helped my dad lay tile numerous times, they asked me to help. Of course, there son was there, and we ended up being the only two working on it for most of the time. We flirted the whole time, we both ended up going to his parent's a couple days in a row to finish the project. A week later another of his cousins invited me over to her house, and said he would be there. Needless to say, I jumped at the chance, and two weeks later, we started dating officially. Three months later (to the day!) he proposed. We got married that fall. It has now been a year and a little over two months since we got married.