I met Greg over seven years ago at a Young Life camp in Jasper, GA.  I was up at camp with some of my high school students from South Cobb high school and Greg had brought some of his high school guys from Cherokee High School. The girls I had with me continually reminded me that I could not “spit game.”  Touche’ my friends.  I had noticed this skinny scruffy guy before and I was about to “spit some game” as he walked passed me. BOOM! He would never be the same.  As he was leaving the smoking pit with a handful of ruffians (yes, they have smoking pits at YL camp) I very smoothly said, “you boys enjoy your cigs?”  This was returned with a look of disgust. So maybe “game” wasn’t my thing.

Later I passed the message on to Greg’s friend Doug  that this guy “Greg” hated me and to apologize to him because I didn’t mean to be awkward at camp…but let’s be honest, I am just awkward…all the time.  So follow that up a few weeks later,  Greg approached me, with the backing of Doug, saying that he had forgiven me.  My face turned red and I recoiled into the kitchen. Greg then got my email and pursued me. We started off as friends; I broke up with him a couple of times because I needed to “play the field” (and for those of you who know me are probably laughing out loud at that idea) and then got engaged two years later on a beach in Savannah and then married a few months after that at an old church in Marietta. We were young, broke and stupid, but this was the best decision we had ever made.

Too sexy...