Thought I might share the story of Brett and I for a few days, while I collect other material to write about… that is wait for my children to do something that I can tell you about.
I knew Brett for quite a while before there was any attraction between us. My family started going to Bull Creek WPC in about 1995. There is some debate between Brett and myself as to when we first met, but that’s not really all that important, because of course, I’ll be right.
It wasn’t until the end of 1997 was nearing that I started to notice that Brett was watching me on the sly. I’d quite often catch him looking at me, only to look away when he noticed that I’d noticed.
I was nineteen and convinced I’d be a spinster forever. I’d never had a boyfriend, unless you call those two day whirlwind romances in year one an “official” boyfriend; I was never going to have a boyfriend, I was going to grow old by myself, a lonely old bitty. Melodramatic I know.
It was about the same time that I’d noticed Brett noticing me that a two people, on two consecutive days asked me what it was that I was looking for in a potential husband. My only answer was that I wanted someone I could share my love for Christ with. The other minor details like appearance and what have you weren’t so important.
The next day was a church luncheon, and at some stage during proceedings Brett and I got talking and he asked me what I’d been reading. Now being the sly girl that I can be sometimes, I knew perfectly well that he meant what had I been reading in the Bible, but I gave him an answer about the general reading that I’d been doing. He listened most politely and then asked more specifically what I’d been reading in The Word.
*Ding, ding, ding* … alarm bells went off in my head. Here was someone interested in my walk with God.