(me in my dorky and over-sized counselor shirt)I have had a couple of friends ask me to post about how Kevin and I met. It is a special story to me, but a long one so for accurate details I may need to do it in three separate posts. I hope you don't mind. My blog is a journal for me in many ways, and I want to document this as accurately and perfectly as I can. This is also more personal information than I have ever disclosed on this blog, so please be sensitive to that.
My parents moved to Connecticut. Glastonbury (Hartford area) to be exact. My parents told me they wanted me to come out for the summer, but I was unsure about leaving my then-boyfriend of 18 months. When things began to fall apart with him, I decided to go, feeling so afraid for what was up ahead, and wondering how I would heal from such a broken heart.
Before I got to Connecticut I applied to be an EFY (Especially For Youth) counselor. My church has a camp where youth can go and play games and get to know each other and do other church activities. I thought it was dorky at the time, but decided to do it anyway so I could meet other counselors my age who lived on the East coast as well. So at the end of my lovely summer in Connecticut, I headed to Plymouth New Hampshire feeling less than excited, and regretting my decision to apply for a counselor position. I told my mom I didn't want to go and she said she had a really strong feeling that I should. Since I trust my mom more than anyone, I decided to suck it up and go.
The first day was Saturday, and I met a lot of awesome people who I really felt I could be friends with, but several of them had known each other from being counselors in Virginia earlier in the summer and I felt slightly out of place with them. Sunday evening before the campers came, all the counselors jammed onto one table for dinner (about 20 of us) and the only seat available on the table was directly across from me (convenient I know).
Enter Kevin Ryan Voisin. As soon as Kevin walked in the room, I knew I liked him. He is pretty tall (6'4") but he carries it well. I fell in love with his curly brown hair and perfect smile immediately, but mostly I liked the casual way he wore nice dress pants, a white button up with rolled up sleeps and flip-flops so well. He had about six pieces (not joking) of pizza on his tray and came to sit directly in front of me when immediately everyone began yelling "Kevin!" "What up Man?" "How was the flight?" and I began to realize that probably every guy on that table was friends with him and every girl on that table was already in love with him... and I couldn't blame them at all. One girl even moved her chair next to his so she could sit closer to him.
I focused on my food, and chatted with a couple of girls, before realizing that Kevin was staring directly at me. (Wow I just pictured this being a Twilight moment and almost died. He was not creepy, or Edward like even a little bit I promise :) He asked me what my name was... etc. etc. and I found out he was from Utah as well, also attended BYU, and was studying neuroscience, pre-med. He also told me that he was a health counselor. (There were only two in the whole camp, and basically they were in charge of keeping track of those with medical issues and applying first aid, etc.)
I already liked him so much. I couldn't help it, I really didn't know how this was possible. I had never believed in love at first sight, and maybe I still don't but I do believe now in really really desperately like at first sight, because that is exactly how I felt. I wanted to be with him already. I even found his overloaded tray of food endearing, and the flip-flops with the dress clothes extremely attractive. And I wanted him to like me and only me.
And that is as far as I will go for today :)
Part II to be continued tomorrow.