In October of 2013, I began emailing back and forth with this guy who I thought I stood no chance with. His name was James Heise. He was smart, funny, and smokin’ hot! I gave him my number and we would text throughout the day, but we lived on two completely different schedules. I was a full time Bible college student with a full time job. He was in the military, working nights. As finals approached, we talked less and less so I could study and focus on getting the best possible grade for the end of the semester. When all my exams were over and I finally texted him again, he said, “I’m sorry. I feel really bad, but I forgot your name.” In my head, I thought he was a player, and was talking to too many girls to keep us straight, and thought there was no way this could possibly work. I decided to give him the benefit of the doubt anyway. Maybe he just deleted our messages and forgot to save my contact info.
On December 28, 2013, that same guy asked me to be his girlfriend…officially. I said yes. For the next few months, we took turns driving to visit each other. In April 2014, I moved to San Antonio, started working as a lifeguard, and we got our first apartment together. On May 17, 2014, I attended a military ball with him. Little did I know, that would be the last day I would refer to him as my boyfriend. The next day, May 18, 2014, we were married at the Tower of the Americas. It’s been a wonderful adventure ever since. I can honestly say (as cliché as it sounds) that I married my best friend. He’s an incredible husband and an amazing father. I’m so glad he chose me!