It's insane to think that it's been 10 years since Claudy and I met. Let alone, that we've been married 7 years today. We're getting old!
It all started my freshman year of college, in fall 2004. I was walking on campus during club week--where all of the clubs get to set up a booth so you can see all of the extra circular options you have. Naturally, I was drawn to a booth that was playing hip hop out of a boom box (remember those?). I found out that BYU had a hip hop dance group called Club Style. I really didn't have any formal dance training (other than one year of cheerleading) but I loved to dance and thought it'd be fun.
Sure enough it was a blast. We got to perform all over campus--Men's Volleyball Games, Campus nights, the Wilk, a basketball game, it was so fun! I remember a few weeks into the club this black guy shows up. (Remember, this is Provo, Utah--so it's 99.99% white.) He was late and had missed learning the first dance's choreography. I thought to myself, "Oh, just because you're black you think you can just walk into the hip hop club late and be OK?" To top it off, he had on camo pants. I thought...stereotypical.
Thanks to our awesome presidents, I ended up improving and learning a lot. Since it was just a club--they had to accept everyone. We only met once a week on Tuesday nights, but they decided to hold try outs for a "small group" that would learn more choreography and do more performances. I decided to give it a shot. I really didn't think I'd make it and was so thrilled to find out I did. It was 4 girls and 3 boys.
Come to find out--the "black guy" made it too. And, we were frequently next to each other dancing and were partners. I swear we didn't speak that entire year. I think the most I asked him was "Do you remember that 8 count?". I thought he was a bit stuck up. Like a Mr. Darcy stuck up. But, it's cool because I'd just hang out with his friends. Ha!
Come to find out, he was dating someone and had had some bad experiences dating freshman girls so he had sworn them off. I think it was good because neither of us would have been ready to date and it gave us a chance to get to know one another from a far.
Thankfully, our friend, Tyronne, filmed our performances that year. I pulled three out where you can see us dancing next to each other for your viewing pleasure.
I'm pretty sure this volleyball performance was our very first ever. I'm the blonde in the tan camo pants and green camo shirt. Yeah, a blonde. See...we've changed a lot these ten years!
Gotta love my lime green and blue track jacket as well as my black cap. I was so bad...kinda.
While this isn't our best performance, I like it because it shows us dancing without a big group. I kinda of want to smack the people with their backs to us. Also, I still have that blue jacket...I can't let it go! This dance never felt comfortable on my body, but like the song said..."You should let me love you..."
If I could pause the video and tap myself on the shoulder and say..."You're going to have his babies"...I would have said you're mental. Yet, as I type this I have his three year old asking for milk and his baby needing his rattle. What???!!
We went from dancing together, to doing the biggest dance of life--marriage. We slowly became friends, then dated, and now husband and wife. I'm so glad we took it slow. We had so many great times dancing in that group and made life long friends there too. It's crazy how pivotal that one day was where I walked through the booths and decided to join that group. The trajectory it's put me on was meant to be!
We're still learning a lot. Even seven years later. Marriage is one fine tuned dance! We learn when to follow and when to lead. Sometimes we take missteps. But, thankfully we enjoy dancing and we just keep on practicing. We've grown together. Even just fashion wise I went from track jackets and trucker hats to skinny jeans and heels. We've allowed ourselves to grow and have become better both as individuals and as a couple.
Happy 7th anniversary Claudy. I really hope this is a lucky number 7 where we have some good things happen to us. We've sure been patient and prepared, so hopefully things will start to come our way. And, if they don't--we'll always have each other! I'm so glad my sweet moves swooned you enough for you to marry me...or something like that :)