First Kiss at 3 am- Brandon and my story :-D

Since it's just after Valentine's Day, I thought I'd share the story about how Brandon and I first met, and our first kiss story.

Brandon and I met freshman year of college. I'll admit, I was pretty shy when it came to boys. I didn't date much in high school, and I guess it showed. I was extremely awkward. I hadn't even had my first kiss yet. :-)

Brandon and I were put together as FHE brother and sister. We started to hang out the first semester of college, but just as friends. In December, I invited him out to a girl-ask-boy dance. I did so, thinking that he didn't like me as much as I liked him. However, he must have like me at least somewhat, because our relationship sped up after that point.

Fast forward to January. Things had been building up gradually to that point. Then we had a huge snowball fight. I know- how many times does a snowball fight lead to love? It did that day, though. A whole wintery flurry of love. I went to bed that night, all happy about the exciting night that we had had.

The following morning, around 3 am, my roommate came into my room. She told me to quickly brush my teeth and go outside. I had no idea what was going on. I groggily made my way to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, and waddled outside. Brandon stood there, looking very nervous.

Sleepingly, I looked at him. Everything was a bit of a blur (I honestly don't do well at 3 am). I bluntly asked him why he wasn't in bed. He informed me that he couldn't sleep. Confused, I asked him why. He said, "Because of this..," and then he leaned forward. He held my face and sweetly kissed me, but I didn't kiss back. The kiss didn't even register. I just stared at him in bewilderment. He smiled, and then said, "I guess I'll see you later," and then left.

I went inside. My roommate was sitting on the couch. She asked what had happened, and I told her that I had just gotten my first kiss. She started to scream and jump around, and then she asked me what I did after I was kissed. I told her that I had just stood there. Her screaming stopped, and she looked at me like I was an idiot. "You have to call him now and let him know that you liked it!" she demanded. Since I was not the connoisseur of love, I agreed to do just that.

I called Brandon's apartment, and- thinking he was the only one up at 3 am- exclaimed, "How do you expect me to sleep after that?!!"

On the other end of the line, I hear a quiet, "Um...Christina? This is Neil. Do you want me to go and get Brandon?" I sheepishly told his roommate that I did.

After talking on the phone that night, having many more long conversations on the phone and IM, and Brandon serving a two year mission for our church, we finally got married. I feel very blessed to be married to my best friend. The past couple years of marriage have been amazing! It just goes to show that a friendship, that led to an awkward first kiss, can lead to a FANTASTIC marriage and a lot of laughs. And as for me, I don't think that I would want it any other way. :-)