Welcome to the second annual collection of Love Stories!!!. For the month of February I have the honor of opening up my blog to some gentleman who want to tell the internet just how much they love their wives. If you’d like to read all of the stories, click here.
Today’s story comes from Gabe, Although Gabe and his wife Dionne both attended the same college I did, we didn’t know each other there. Thankfully we all live in Charlotte now, and getting to know these two has been such a joy! I know you’re gonna just love their story.
When I read Laci’s blog to get an idea of what other husbands had done for this blog entry, I was a little intimidated. While I do consider myself someone who enjoys words, I have not been gifted with the ability to write them in a serious and sentimental way. So, if this gets a little too sarcastic or boring at any point, I apologize. The love is real.
A little background on me first, to put this whole story in context. I was raised as a conservative Christian, home-schooled until I was in 6th grade, and went to a private high school that was so small that they regularly combined grade levels to create a full class. Needless to say, dating was not something that happened. In fact, one summer I told a girl that I worked with that my parents wouldn’t let me date anyone, because I was afraid that she was going to ask me out. What would I have done if that happened?!
By the time I reached college, I was finally mentally ready to become romantically involved with some lucky young lady. Like many college freshman, I tried way too hard. I sang a song in the lobby of the Dining Commons while my dad accompanied on the piano (Hallelujah song, and it was awesome), and I frequented open houses and pick-a-dates, hoping against hope for some girl to be aggressive enough to ask ME out. Its a lot easier that way, a lot less stress. This Stockholm syndrome/siege strategy continually failed me until…
Dionne and I shared the same group of friends, so we had hung out some, but nothing had ever come of it. One of my favorite truths about our story is that I pursued, rather seriously, more than one of her friends. I would like to say that I was just being blind to her perfection, but let’s be honest: Dionne was a person who had consistent success in finding boyfriends before me.
However, as fate (God?) would have it, a group of us went to a friend’s house to camp in her families pasture. At that event, where I daringly jumped off of a grain elevator, Dionne and a couple of her girl friends were up late in a tent talking and they decided that Gabe Davis was too nice of a guy to be single (so true). So Dionne decided, being single at the time, that that would be something she would enjoy!
There begins our story. Dionne and her brother, Dustin, started inviting me to some more specific hanging-out events, Dionne and I began talking a lot on AOL Instant Messenger (awesome), and I realized that here was a pretty, awesome girl who actually thought I was interesting too! Needless to say, at the end of the Spring of 07, we officially began dating!
Our relationship followed a rather regular exponential growth curve. We liked each other, then we liked each other a lot, then we loved each other. I very vividly remember the terrifying realization that I “more than liked” this person. I was more than just attracted to and interested in her, I loved her.
To make a short dating experience shorter, we started talking about marriage in the late Fall of 2007, and I bought a ring in December of that same year. Proposing was now the next item on the checklist, and I had a wonderful opportunity before me. Dionne and I were participating in Taylor University’s Literary London program. We would spend three weeks in England and Scotland during January of 2008. What a great place and time to propose! We left from O’Hare airport in Chicago on the 2nd of January, and I had stowed the ring away in the depths of my backpack. I planned on proposing at the end of the trip. Well…I cracked by the 5th. On the afternoon of January 5th, 2008, Dionne and I and a few close friends (Stan Hoover, Alexandra Wilson, and Luke Hattendorf) were wandering through downtown London. I had Luke turn on his video camera, whipped out my handy dandy notebook, and read my proposal to Dionne in front of Big Ben and the Parliament Building. I thought it went pretty well.
From there, things kind of went as they are expected to in this world. We were engaged for a year and a half, got married the day after we graduated from college (the same three friends that were at our engagement officiated and photographed the wedding), and moved down to Charlotte, NC to pursue a life together. And life it has been. We have lived on our own for about a year of our 5.8 year marriage, we have experienced the financial and situational hardships that people who get married right out of college often experience, and I wouldn’t change any of it! I have figured out that Dionne is fiery, ferocious, pretty good at fixing vacuums, amazing at taking care of children, and capable of deeper loyalty to those she loves than anyone I have ever met. Dionne is the light of my life and the joy of my soul. Our love story is one that I don’t think about often enough, and one that is reasonably tame when compared to more calamitous tales. But this one is ours, and that is enough.