My favorite person in the whole wide world is my husband, Clint.
For real tho. And I don’t care if you’re tired of hearing about it.
how I met my soulmate:
Clint and I loved each other when we were 12 years old. We were in the same youth group at church, and when you’re in the same youth group, you’re meant to be… right?
Neither of us can remember the conversation where we both decided that we were going to get married, we just remember knowing that some day, we would be married to each other.
Eventually his family moved to a different church. And well you know… growing up in the church, neither of us were really aloud to have a boyfriend or a girlfriend at this age. So he wasn’t aloud to keep my number and I never heard from him after he left. It was heart breaking and I didn’t think I would ever see him again.
Two years go by, I am still in the same youth group. I have a silly little boyfriend who my dad didn’t want me to see but as a rebellious teen growing up in a church, I went behind my dad’s back and continued a relationship with this kid anyway. This one particular night, I felt guilty. I knew the only reason I was in a relationship with this kid was to make my parents angry, and because it was an infatuation. I decided that I would go home from youth group, be honest and upfront with my dad, and then break it off with the silly boyfriend.
Before I went home, a kid I had never seen before came and asked me if my name was Hannah….
yes? who are you?
I’m Will… I’m Clint’s best friend. He talks about you all the time. I mean like… ALL THE TIME. I told him I was visiting this church tonight and he freaked out and sent me on a mission to get your number for him.
UM. DUH. I couldn’t write my number down fast enough for him. I couldn’t wait to hear from Clint. It has been two years since I had heard his voice. AH!
Even through the excitement of possibly hearing from Clint at any moment, I knew I had a very hard night ahead of me. I get home, sit my dad and step mom down, and come clean. This was the Wednesday night before this boy’s senior prom… and two nights before his birthday. My dad was unsympathetic. He told me I needed to end it with him the first chance I got and that he would go with me to make sure it was done. Well the first chance was on this kid’s birthday and the night before his prom. My dad still let me go to his prom since we both had already spent so much money on the tickets, my dress… all that crap. But now this was going to make for the most awkward weekend E.V.E.R.
I baked a cake for the soon-to-be-ex for his birthday the night before prom and was on my way out to his house when the phone rang.
It was him…. my soulmate!! It was a quick conversation.
How have you been?
Are you driving yet?
Are you seeing anyone? – this was my favorite answer. I told him that I wasn’t going to have a boyfriend in a matter of hours… I think he was elated by this answer.
I had to hang up and go break the kid’s heart, tho. So the conversation ended and my dad and I went to go end this kid’s beliefs in love. My bad.
I did it in a Starbucks… Frank Sinatra playing, and all the barista’s watching the horrible sadness unveil. I broke this kid’s heart, y’all. Again, my bad.
To my utter disappointment, I never got another call from Clint. Will later contacted me for him and explained that his parents found out that he called me and they made him throw my number away. UGH. WHAT IS THAT??
Another two years pass us by.
I am now 18 years old, in my first year of college, and had been dating my high school boyfriend for over one year. Oh and I was still attending the same church with my family.
The church announced there was a ballet troupe performing for us on this one particular evening. My dad wanted us all to attend so he got me a ticket… the boyfriend had to work so I was just going to be with my family. Well on that Sunday morning, hours before the ballet, we just got out of church and we were doing the after-church-you-are-required-to-talk-to-a-million-people-before-leaving-for-lunch usual. I was standing in front of the main sanctuary when I see this guy walk by me. We make eye contact for one second and then he keeps walking. I lost my breath. I grabbed my friend next to me (who had been going to this church almost as long as I had) and whispered, “Is that Clint Howard??” It took her a second to respond. Like the name sounded familiar at first, and then she realized we were talking about my soulmate. All she could do was hold me and gasp! She knew what this could possibly mean. The guy walked by me and went directly into the bathroom (which he later told me was so that he could get a grip and splash his face with some water… heeehee). I wouldn’t move. I stood there, right next to my boyfriend mind you, and waited for him to come back out of the bathroom so that I could get another look.
He finally walked out, and began walking past me. I stared him down. Then he turned around, paused, and made the B-line towards me and says three words:
“is it you?”
All I could do was gasp and throw my arms around his neck, completely forgetting about the existence of the boyfriend standing right next to us.
We held each other way too long… it was amazing.
I came back to reality and realized the boyfriend was probably getting angry here so I broke away and then introduced them to each other.
Clint didn’t care, he never stopped looking at me.
We had the little catch up conversation and then the boyfriend had to go to work…. aww bummer…………..
He left and I stayed, but I didn’t even get to see the ballet that night. Clint and I stayed on the stairs and talked through the whole thing. Turns out his sister was a ballerina and had been traveling all over with this troupe. He found out they would be performing at my church and he knew he had to come and see if he could run into me there. It was a total scheme and it worked.
That night was fantastic. It was as if we had been best friends for the four years that we had been apart. At the end of the night, we had to go our separate ways. I regretfully didn’t give him my number that night for the sake of my already year-long relationship. He said he understood and of course was just so sweet about it. But I felt terrible. A big part of me still thought that I was going to marry that kid.
Now if my readers beg me enough – I will try my hardest to get Clint to sit down one day and type out his version of the story on my blog. What he goes through is insane and very much a part of how we ended up but I can’t speak for him. He needs to explain it all on his own for you.
I’m still with the high school boyfriend and he is three weeks away from graduation. To my surprise, he up and breaks up with me. I guess I needed to be put in my place for breaking a kid’s heart in Starbucks, right?
I’m a tad OCD. I’m saying this so that I don’t sound like a creeper. Mmmk?
My boyfriend broke up with me on January 3, 2008. It came out of nowhere for me and I was way too sad to function, which is incredibly embarrassing to admit but hey… we all go through embarrassing heart break at some point, right? So my bestie for the restie came to rescue me with some diet coke and other comfort food. She listens to me sobbing for a good minute, and then she finally says what we’re all thinking….
Dude, you need to look up Clint Howard on Facebook.
Facebook was only two years old. We were super excited about getting to stalk old friends.
I eventually agreed to be a creeper on Facebook and look him up. After much extended creeping, I found Clint Howard. omg so cute…. jussayin.
I sent him one message, three words.
is it you?
for like way too long.
I was going nuts.
I sent another message.
And then one more.
The last one had my number in it. Basically saying I didn’t care when he was going to message me back. Let’s just cut to the chase and CALL ME IMMEDIATELY. I was a little excited…
Still no answer.
Now a little side story on Hannah. I was quite the partier. I started partying in high school because duh. And then it just never faded. I was a waitress… another duh.
On January 19, I decided that I needed to drink away my break up with a big group of my friends from the restaurant I was currently working at. We went to a house party and got stupid drunk. It was one of those nights where you regret everything and forget everything else. Dumb, dumb decisions.
The next morning I woke up incredibly upset with myself to say the least. I was over it. The partying phase needed to end. Like yesterday. I was acting like a child and I needed to grow the mess up. This was not a “I need to stop drinking” hangover that is later cured by more drinking. This was the real deal for me. The turning point my life needed to have.
I had a full day where all I could do was detox the night before out of my system and really make the change. Deleting certain people off of my Facebook, cutting off a few ties, and being honest with my family.
Just in time.
On January 21, at almost 11:00 pm, my phone rang. It was Clint Howard.
We talked until 5:00 in the morning. I knew it was the beginning. Our lives were finally lined up and we were exactly where we needed to be so that we could be together. We were free to be in a relationship and man, we were ready.
I was completely up front and honest with him from the first night. I knew that I was going to marry this man and I needed to start this relationship on nothing but honesty. There was nothing he wouldn’t know about me. Telling him my past with my previous relationships was one of the hardest conversations I have ever had. Clint never really got into that scene. He had a few small relationships but he knew that they weren’t really worth his time and energy. He had plans to wait to have sex until marriage. I had to tell him that I didn’t wait. I made a few mistakes in the years that we were apart. I felt terrible. But he needed to know everything. And I needed to show him that he was different, not like the other boyfriends I had wasted my time with in the past.
Clint and I were engaged on June 26, 2008. We spent one year apart while he was in college – worst year EVER! Y’all… long distance is PAINFUL.
We were married on August 29, 2009. I was 21 years old, and Clint was turning 20 in three days. It was the best day.
The fist time Clint and I had sex was on our wedding night. This was one of the best decisions I have ever made. It was hard, don’t get me wrong. But he needed it, and I needed it. I’m convinced that it is one of the main factors that has made our relationship as strong as it is today.
So many people thought we were crazy to get married at that age. But GUYS. Did you see the part where I said we were waiting until marriage to have sex? I mean come on.
Well not all the way kidding.
But that wasn’t the only reason we got married so young.
We got married so young because simply this :
When you know you know.
I thought I “knew” I was going to spend the rest of my life with my other boyfriend but at the end of the day, my relationship with him was dwindling and if I was really being honest with myself, I knew it wasn’t going to last.
You know. Don’t act like you don’t. You know if you’re in a relationship that won’t last forever.
With my husband, I know that divorce is not an option. It won’t end.
But that’s a different topic for a different time.
In our short six years of marriage, we have learned so much. I’m not going to sit here and tell you I have it all figured out. But I will tell you that I have lots of advice to share. And this blog will be perfect for that.
As always, ask my anything. I’m an open book…. or blog.
Thanks for reading and stay tuned for more of our marriage adventures!