My fairy tale.

I always wanted a fairy tale. You know, the one that the girl that is struggling never imagines she’ll have. Years ago I started struggling in secret- with anxiety, depression, and an eating disorder. I never thought that anyone would ever love me, much less, ever have my own fairy tale. 

I was single, for a very long time. I wanted to wait for the right guy. I will admit, I stumbled during that wait, but I’m proud to say that my path led me to where and who I am with today. 

If you would have asked me who my dream guy was, I would have told you many things, but none of them compared to what I actually got when God showed me the man of my dreams. 

August 6, 2016. I walked into a Dunkin Donuts. It was there that I met the most amazing guy. I ordered my coffee, and sat down across from him. What I planned to be a short trip to get coffee ended up being 5 hours at a table with a guy that I knew really nothing about. We talked about everything from school, to religion, to his purple hair, all the way down to these obnoxious tattoos that we joked about getting. 

We talked for a few days, and I knew that I wanted to get to know this guy a little better. We joked about how I was a horrible cook [which he can attest to, since he ate spaghetti with salsa the other week. I apologize in advance for any meals I torture you with]. The first joke we had was floor flavored fruity pebbles and burnt biscuits [and yes, those were two meals I failed at cooking. Basically I burned biscuits, and said I hoped my future husband liked cereal because that’s about all I could cook, and then I spilled the cereal all over the floor, so there was that plan]. 

The next week he asked me to go to a baseball game. For anyone that knows me, knows I am clueless with sports. But, I was not about to tell this guy that I had no interest in going to a baseball game, because I would sit through hours of a game I was not interested in, just to spend a second with him. August 16th I went to a baseball game. We had hours of jokes, where I intently told him he should become a Spanish rapper. Why? I don’t know, but it would make him laugh, and hearing him laugh was the best thing in the world, so I kept making these stupid jokes about him being a Spanish rapper, even though he knew no Spanish, and I’m pretty sure he can’t rap [unless he’s hidden that talent from me]. I knew then, with each laugh, and each smile he gave, I could really see this going somewhere. 

August 20th. He invited me to a family reunion. At this point, I knew I wanted more than a friendship, but I had no idea how to tell him that, because I swore I was not going to ruin this, whatever it was. I asked my brother what he thought. I’m pretty sure he thought I was crazy going to a family reunion, for a family I did not know. But, I was determined to do whatever it took to see him again, even if it meant going to a strangers house. So to a strangers house I went. My heart was beating so fast the entire drive there. I was so nervous. Not only was I seeing him again, which gave me the most intense butterflies, but I was also meeting his family. That brought even more anxiety. People throughout the night kept asking who I was, and he would tell people I was his friend, or just simply, “this is Brittany”. He claims he doesn’t remember this, but I was slightly discouraged each time because I didn’t want to be his friend, or just Brittany. But, again, I barely knew this guy, so what did I really expect.

Two days later, I left for school. Three hours away. I was sure that this guy would soon forget me. I was the girl, hours away. He could have any girl, why would he want to spend his time talking to a girl that wasn’t even in the same state? Or so I thought. We had talked every single day since the day we met at Dunkin. I was scared to lose that. The day I moved into my dorm, he was texting me. Each text literally made me so happy, because he hadn’t forgotten me, as stupid as it sounds. And it continued. I came home later that month, and on September 2nd, he asked me to go to Dragon Con the next day. I had no idea whatsoever what Dragon Con was. My first thought was, I’m talking to a guy that wants me to go to a convention where people are dressed up as dragons, but I was crazy for him, so if that was where I had to go to see him, I would fight through the Dragons. Thankfully, it wasn’t a party full of strange creatures [okay, maybe it was, but not dragons]For anyone that knows me and my anxiety, knows I don’t do huge crowds or parties, and here I am, with thousands and thousands of people in Atlanta, a place I never like to go. I literally put myself into an anxiety trap, but it was okay. It was okay because he made me feel safe. So there I was, in the midst of all of these people dressed in costumes that I had no clue who they were, having an amazing time with this guy. I wanted so badly to tell this guy how I felt, but I had a friendship with him, and I was scared to lose that. So, I sat there, in the floor with him, laughing at costumes, having the most amazing time. I didn’t want that night to end. 

But it ended in the most amazing way. He was so nervous. I could see him shaking, and stumbling over his words. Finally, he said it, Will you go out with me? Um…. YES. Okay. I played it cool, but in my head I was screaming yes at the top of my lungs. I was so happy. On my way home, I called my best friend and told her. I just wanted to tell everyone. I hadn’t been that happy in a really long time.

September 16. We had a Netflix marathon. I was so nervous, but after hours of watching a show, I kissed him. Yes, I kissed him. If you couldn’t see from the whole novel above, he made me so happy, so I went for it. Literally terrified right after that he was going to want to just be friends or something. but, that kiss turned into him asking me to be his girlfriend. September 17th I officially started dating my best friend.

And then hours after he asked me to be his girlfriend, we went on our first actual date. Yeah, a little backwards. But it’s us.

I knew I loved him. But, I thought it was crazy to love someone I had just started dating. But, I knew a love couldn’t be faked. October 1st were the first I love you’s. 

I was scared. Scared to lose him. Scared to lose what we had. But, a few weeks later we went to a corn maze with his family. It was in that corn maze that I saw into his eyes, with the stars above us, heard his laugh as we couldn’t find our way out, and knew this was it. This was the guy I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. I laugh looking back at it. That I had that moment in the middle of corn, but it was my moment. The moment I knew this was different. The moment I knew that my fairy tale might actually happen. 

Fast forward a few months. January 1st, 2017. I wake up, throwing up. Ah, so much fun right? How could this get any better? Well, this amazing man had a plan, and my body decided that ruining his plan was a great idea. So instead, he came to my house, and finished out his plan. He got down on one knee, and proposed to my stomach bug infested self. It was there, I said yes [before having to throw up again- amazing proposal story right?!]

People might say that we’re too young. Barely being 22, why would I marry a man I met 5 months ago? Why would I say yes to spending the rest of my life with someone, according to the world, I barely know? 

15873467_10208756968263279_5061314715307351901_nHe stood by my side every single day. He stood by my hospital bed as I was having heart surgery. He listened to me when I told him about my anxiety. He laid on the couch with me during my depression. He
never made me feel like a burden. He made me feel loved. Always. He’s the most amazing man I’ve ever met. I never thought I’d meet someone that would be accepting of the struggles I face. I never thought I’d meet someone that I could have that fairy tale with. I believe when you know, you know. And I know. I know without a shadow of doubt, I want to marry this man. I want to be forever and always Brittany Nicole Welch. Society can say we’re crazy. But I was always taught to listen to my heart, and not the mouths of others. 

My heart today is telling me that this is the man that God created for me. “Therefore what God has joined together, let no one separate.”- Mark 10:9


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