Friday, June 22, 2012

Our Story

Sorry about the background coloring. I'm not sure how to fix it, but I think the problem lies with the fact that I cut and pasted some of this post from an e-mail. And then I tried to make the background all the same. My obsession with uniformity fails me again!


So, in the comments of our 6th anniversary post, Abby asked me to write a little of the story about how Nathan and I met and got married. I rooted around my e-mail account and found this little mass e-mail I wrote after we got engaged. It was so fun to re-read!  Back in the day, I loved writing long mass e-mails to my family and friends about life. I guess you could say I was blogging before blogging was blogging, if you know what I mean.


Enjoy!


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Hey all...


So, it's been a while since my latest legitimate mass e-mail. Sorry for the delay, and sorry for the abrupt manner in which I sent my engagement announcement. I was expecting people to be a little surprised, but I got so many "What the @#$%?" e-mails from people, I decided that a followup e-mail with the whole story was definitely necessary.
 
Let's see... I met Nathan Parker through a dear, dear, dear family friend of ours, Kathy Blume. I met Kathy when I was six years old. She was the one who encouraged me to go to Taylor University in Indiana (her and her  husband's alma mater) for my undergrad, and she took excellent care of me for four years. Her son, Jeff, is the pastor of the Deaf congregation here at my church in Bakersfield, and another one of her sons (there are five  altogether) is the associate pastor at Christ Church Presbyterian in Atlanta, Georgia, where Nathan is the youth director.
 
Anyway, Kathy met him in Atlanta a while back and fell in love with him and his heart for people and for God. She and her daughter-in-law, Paulette (Pete's wife), started scheming to try to hook the two of us up. Nathan and I were introduced via the phone in September of 2004. Neither of us was really in a good place to have a long distance blind date (I was starting my first year teaching, building a house, was in grad school full time, getting  over a bad breakup), but I couldn't tell Kathy "no." One just doesn't do that. Anyway, Nathan and I talked a few times and had a few lovely conversations, but I wasn't "puttin' out the vibe" as they say, so, understandably, he stopped calling.
 
Fast forward to July of 2005. I mentioned in a conversation to Kathy that I was going out to visit some Taylor friends of mine in Atlanta (the Kijankos, et al) in the middle of July. "You have to meet Nathan!" she insisted.

 
"Kathy... that's kind of embarassing. He stopped calling me nine months ago."
 
"Well, do I have your permission to at least see how he'd feel about it?"
 
Again, I couldn't tell Kathy "no." She is the godmother of all that is pure and holy on this earth, the wisest woman I know. "*Sigh*... Ok."
 
She got my flight info and called Paulette, who called Nathan. Paulette called Kathy back, and Kathy called me back an hour later. "Ok," she said. "You come in at midnight on the 14th, and he's leaving for Belgium for three weeks at noon on the 15th. How about breakfast?"
 
"Fine," I said. Nathan called a few days later while I was on the beach with my sister for the 4th of July weekend, and we set up the time and place to meet.

On July 15th, Dee Kijanko took me to meet Mr. Nathan Parker. While I was getting ready at her son and daughter-in-law's, Josh and Nikki's, apartment that morning, I remember my friend Brit Jensen Elwell saying, "What if he's the one? What if you're about to meet your future husband right now?" I am highly allergic to such defrauding comments, but I just smiled and said, "I guess that means I'm now obligated to invite you to our wedding."



Dee dropped me off at the Starbucks next the Disco Kroger on Piedmont. From there Nathan took me to The White House on Peachtree Road for breakfast. I think he got a hard time from his friends about it because it's somewhat of a dive. I thought it was quaint. I remember everything about it: how he took me in his mother's car,  where we sat, what we were wearing, how he didn't eat his grits, how the waitress told me that he probably didn't eat them because there was a pretty girl at the table, how he laughed and didn't deny it, what we talked about (movies, books, family, church, God, etc.), how many times I  went to the bathroom (3)... all of it. Three hours flew by, and then he looked at his watch and said, "I have to catch a plane!"


We said our goodbyes (awkward youth pastor side hug) at Starbucks again. Poor Dee thought I had been kidnapped I was gone so long (Sorry, Dee!), and then immediately launched into how pleasant and genuine he seemed after only one minute of interaction with him. 


Later in the week while I was spending time with Kathy's son and daughter-in-law, Paulette quizzed me about it when Pete was out of the room. I thought our time together was good. That's about it. I wasn't as optimistic as Nathan was after this breakfast date simply by virtue of the fact that I am a realist and recognized that the odds of "us" working out weren't really in our favor. I told him later on the phone that I wasn't into making friends with members of the opposite sex who lived in diffrent time zones. Yikes... I'm glad he wasn't easily deterred.

Nathan went to Belgium as planned, wrote me postcard that arrived about two months later, and called me the day he got back. We had a nice talk about the trip, thus beginning countless hours of phone conversations that still haven't stopped. He called every few days and always began his phone messages with "Hey Nicole, this is Nathan Parker from Atlanta calling..." and ended with "...Lord willing we'll talk in a few days."

While I was intrigued by him and enjoyed talking to him, I didn't really feel a huge pull toward him until the end of September. I had been in a bad car accident (my car was totalled but I'm fine!) and my parents were out of state, so he upped his calling frequency to every day until they came back. It was around that time that I discovered that he had been taking notes on me in a blue three subject notebook. He also told me that he wanted to "learn all of my faces." He was a good student of me. He wrote/writes new things he learns about me during our phone conversations in the notebook and would guess the faces I was making when I said or heard about different things.

After that, I didn't want to go without talking to him every day. I started to think about him more often and wanted to share more with him. He finally braved asking me if he could come for a visit, and I told him he could look  around for flights. He found one few hours later and booked it for the end of October. Randomly, I booked a ticket months before we even met to go to Indiana for Taylor's homecoming. I made the trip two weeks before his  California visit, and I and happened to have a three hour layover in Atlanta on my way home. By this time, we really were talking nearly every day and were looking forward to his visit. He came to see me at the airport and we got to hang out for two hours. I remember impersonating a highly emotional 7th grader and making him laugh. And he brushed the back of his hand on my cheek. After that, I was beginning to wonder if I was falling for the guy. Meanwhile in the airport parking deck, he told his '91 Nissan pickup truck he loved me.

In anticipation of his California visit, we just wanted clarity as to a direction for us. We asked people all over the country (and the world!) to pray. We didn't want to waste our time if we really weren't meant for each other. Kathy and Paulette were on their faces before God pretty much the whole weekend. Yes, we asked for clarity, and we got it! It was as if the blinders came off and the floodgates flew open. Within hours of being in each others' presence again, we knew. We just knew. God never promises clarity like that, so it was really nice of him to part the clouds for us on such a big life decision.

 
We didn't actually talk about it until the next night, after a full day with my parents and sister and some friends in Irvine. We basically had the most God-involved/inspired conversation we'd ever had. Late into the night, we shared our hearts and  our souls connected. As our time together came to a close, Nathan said to me, "You, Nicole Sampley, are bone of my bone and flesh of my flesh. I want the privilege of being the man who explores your depth and unveils your beauty." All I could do was shake my head in disbelief and stare into his gorgeous eyes and say, "You found me!" Needless to say, watching him leave me to go back to Atlanta was heartbreaking.



This is us the day after we knew. We went from "Nice to see you" to "I want to have your baby" in about 24 hours. :)


So, we figured out the end before the beginning. We knew we wanted to get married after our second interaction. With full confidence we told our parents and close friends (and Kathy and Paulette, of course), and set about learning more about each other and planning a wedding. I went out to meet his family and see his world for the Thanksgiving holidays. Amazing. His parents and siblings and church and friends are totally legit! The more I learned about him, the more amazed I became by God and the undeserved blessings he somehow sees fit to give me.

Nathan came back to me on Christmas night and stayed until the 3rd of January. My family and I had a great time bombarding him with countless people to meet. We also went to the beach for a few days. It was cold, rainy, and miserable pretty much the whole time, except for a few hours on New Years Eve. During those few hours, we hiked up to a hill overlooking the Pacific Ocean and sat down to take in the view. He told me he had a belated Christmas present for me. I opened it and my heart skipped a beat. It looked like a novel! When I opened it, I discovered that he had collected my stories (my old mass e-mails to you!) from my life in Guatemala and my teaching stories and edited, formatted, and published them in a book. I told him in October that it was one of my life goals to get my stories published, you know, just for posterity's sake. I was absolutely moved. Also in the book were excerpts from the famed blue book (his thoughts about me), quotes from our favorite authors, and lots of Scripture. He titled it Cardiphonias (Voices from Their Hearts in Latin).

 
But wait! He wrote the last chapter himself. In it (which he wrote at the beginning of December) he described our situation at that exact moment: the mountains, the ocean, the last sunset of 2005. He told me that I was a gifted and passionate communicator, and the only thing more incredible than watching me weave my stories would be weaving our stories together for life. And then he asked me to marry him. AAAUUUGGGHHH! I wrapped my arms  around his neck and told him "Yes, yes, yes!" and didn't let go until he said, "Uh... don't you want to see the ring?" It's gorgeous!


For those of you who have never met him - I'm nearly in tears now - you have to know him. You have to know this man. He is the most honest, and giving, and generous, and upright, and humble, and passionate, and warrior-like, and respectable, and admirable man I have ever known. He knows my heart. He loves me, and he can't wait to prove it starting June 16th, 2006, "when the pursuit really begins," he says. I can't wait to live life with him, to come home to him, for him to put his arm around me in church every Sunday, to raise godly children with him, and ultimately, to spend eternity with him in our most gracious Lord's presence. We owe Him all the praise and glory for the most magnificent gift of each other. And I suppose we ought to thank him for the service of his servants Kathy and Paulette (now known as "the righteous meddlers"), to whom we owe a debt we cannot repay. 


Even though you all may not be able to physically witness the sacred union of our souls on June 16th, I know you'll be there in spirit. But... please try! I love and miss you!


Nicole


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What a journey we've had! I pray that God gives us many more years of loving and serving Him together.

Thursday, June 21, 2012

At Fighting Cocks


This is a really scary pub with a borderline inappropriate name that only the rowdiest locals go to. Every time we walk by, Nathan asks me if I want to stop in for a beer. However, I hate the taste of beer and I'm scared of the people inside.


On Thursday nights after Bible study, the Christian students from our church take over the place. We decided to join them this particular time because our car was still at my school, and the pub was on the way there. I agreed to go in for a half pint of Diet Coke because there were other girls there too. Plus, it would still be light out when we left at 10:30. Somehow that tricked my mind into thinking that it was still early.


Nathan's Bible study co-leader, also named Nathan, is making a funny face and pointing at us. He also has his mouth open, like my Nathan. It's catching on.

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

The Olympic Torch Comes to Durham

The Olympic torch came to Durham this weekend, and when I saw it, I teared up. Really. I hid my face from Nathan so he wouldn't see. In fact, if he reads this post (His motto is, "I don't need to read the blog. I live the blog."), it'll be the first he's heard of my emotional display of affection toward all things Olympics. He probably won't be surprised. Scratch that. He won't be surprised. Only Amy really shares my heights of affection for the Olympics.

Our town had a little ceremony and concerts and stuff in the Market Square, but it started at 7:30 on Sunday morning. I wanted to get there by 8:00, but it just didn't happen. We were racing down Gilesgate Bank at 8:15, passing lines of people who were out with their Union Jack flags.  I knew that the torch was going to leave the city centre around 8:30. 

We came upon this marching band at the roundabout. Nathan made a joke about Redcoats that I caught on camera. If you're offended by Americans boasting about winning the Revolutionary War, do not watch the video below.




We kept walking briskly down the hill. Some big buses went by, including this one with a TV screen on the side of it (?!).

And then, my eye caught a small crowd around this guy. He had a torch! We had arrived at the spot of the first hand-off of the day. See how his jersey says 002? He's the second carrier of the flame for Durham. I'm ashamed to say that I don't know his name or why he was chosen to carry the torch. I suppose I could do a little research, but I can't be bothered right now. I'm so British. xx

I probably jumped the queue to get my picture taken with him and the torch. I am not sorry.

Nathan had to get his picture with it too... in his usual fashion.

Here comes the first carrier of the day on his initial leg from the Market Square. His name is Paul Collingwood, and he is a famous County Durham cricketer.

Here's me watching the hand-off!

Go Torch Guy #2, go!

We finally made it to the Market Square, but the party was definitely dying down. The good news is that they were giving away free leftover bacon and hashbrown paninis, originally priced at a hefty 2.50.

Here's a little brass band music for you. The Brass Festival is coming to Durham later this month, and I think this was great advertising for it. They were really good!

Here's St. Nicholas's church with the London 2012 banner - my attempt at being artsy.

I'll be following the Olympics for sure via our BBC iPlayer. I hope I get to go to London to be surrounded by Olympic fever this summer, if only for a little day trip. We don't have tickets to anything, but I think it would be nice to be in the excitement of it all. We'll see what happens!

Are you going to the games? Want to come see us?

Monday, June 18, 2012

The Annivosawy

One of our favorite films is The Family Man, where Nicholas Cage has a sort of "It's a Wonderful Life" experience, but in reverse. His daughter, who knows he's an impostor, tries to get him out of trouble with his wife for not knowing about their anniversary. She says in the cutest voice (without her "r"s), "You did foget the annivosawy." So that's how we say it. 

We got married on June 16th, 2006, 11 months and one day after we met, also known as our 10th visit, if you can call a wedding a visit.

In his usual celebration style, Nathan made me breakfast in bed! I definitely poured out the butter that is swimming on top of my grits. More on butter later.

Nathan was frustrated trying to slice this cling-stone nectarine, so he decided to cut out a smiley face instead.

He went with me to chaperone a day trip to York with my international students. We gave them two hours of free time, during which we went to a very famous tea room called Bettys (no apostrophe... grrr). 

We had tea and scones.

It was overrated. Go to Crook Hall instead.

When we got home we exchanged prezzies! Normally we don't get each other anything on our anniversary, but this year I went all out and got him SIX little things for our SIX years together.

He got me this card and the gift of organization. He's planning all of the details for a trip to Scotland this fall. He knows the way to my heart for sure. We've been saving Tesco points to redeem on a hotel there. Woohoo!

He is so handsome!

I got him cheese and crackers, pencils and note cards, a manly travel mug, Belgian beer, a cube of Kerrygold butter, and a pair of shorts (his only other pair has a few holes).

We dove right into the cheese and crackers!

And we ordered Gilegate Tandoori for dinner. YUMMY!!!

I love you, Nathan. You're still my fave.

The above is our engagement picture, taken in our church library (of course!). If you want to take a trip down memory lane and check out our wedding photo gallery, you can still see it here.

Sunday, June 17, 2012

Happy Father's Day to My Dad


A lot of people say they have the best dad in the world, but I actually do. This picture was taken on his first Father's Day, when he was the ripe old age of 25. Happy Father's Day, Daddy! I love you!

Thursday, June 7, 2012

Hey Hey Hayes!

Back in the day, Nathan was the youth pastor and Hayes was in the youth group. Nathan and I teen-sat Hayes and his sisters over Valentine's Day weekend a few years ago. I was mesmerized by their Penley painting on the landing. It snowed. Malon, Hayes's friend and one of my students, came over. The kids sledded. The dog got shocked by his collar trying to run out of the yard. Hayes tried his hand at making jewelry for a lovely lady he admired. We spent the rest day in Middle Earth watching all. three. Lord of the Rings movies. After youth group on Sunday night we fed them gobs of leftover wedding cake that we found at church. Then we dug Hannah's car out of the mud at Jenn's house that night on the way home. Good times. It's crazy what comes to your mind when you think back on just one little event...

Hayes was in Durham yesterday on Day 4 of his month-long school trip across Europe. He and his friends were literally on the other side of a wall from Nathan, but they didn't see each other. We finally reached Hayes at his hotel in York last night, and sadly, they were leaving for London this morning. Our hearts were broken! So close, yet so far! I felt responsible, because I'm the social coordinator of this household. So, last night around 11 p.m. we decided to have a little road trip to York.

We left at 5 a.m. and had breakfast - or more accurately, watched Hayes eat his breakfast - at the Royal York Hotel, chatted about life and school and family and college and church and God, took two pictures, hugged goodbye, ordered some McDonald's for the car ride home, and got here by 9:30. It was AWESOME!

Three thumbs up for being the first CCP youth to come see us in England! Sally still wins the award for first virtual visitor (via Skype).

Hayes likes me better. Yes...

Like I said, we love visitors! Come see us! Who's next?

Wednesday, June 6, 2012

The Queen's Diamond Jubilee

I am on my last half-term holiday of the year, which happens to coincide with the Queen's Diamond Jubilee celebration. We had two bank holidays in a row, Monday and Tuesday, and because of this, I think everyone in Britain has become a royalist. Anyway, our awesome neighborhood had a street party. We had lots of Union Jack bunting and amazing foods. Here are my pictures. 













I'm sorry I didn't get lots of "people pictures," as my mom would say. I don't know my neighbors well enough to warrant asking them to pose. I was just being creepy and taking candid ones instead.

I must say, this has been an exciting time to live in the UK. Harry Potter premiers, a royal wedding, all the festivities this weekend, and the Olympics this summer! What did you do to celebrate the Queen's Diamond Jubilee?

I watched this really great documentary on the BBC iPlayer. If you live in the UK, check it out! 

Saturday, June 2, 2012

On Turning 31

My birthday was awesome! For starters, we had gorgeous - I mean PERFECT - weather. This is something I do not take for granted. Next, church was really great, and we finished the service with my favorite song, "Before the Throne of God Above." 

Then, my dear friend Allison came all the way from Arizona on her way to Prague (remember our trip last year?) to hang out with me on my birthday. We picked her up at the train station after church, and she bounded onto the platform shouting, "Happy birthdaaaaaaay!" and ran - balancing her enormous pack plus two more bags - all the way to me with outstretched arms. We are so American. 

We went straight to Crook Hall and Gardens, where my students met me with my good friend/volunteer extraordinaire, Robin. No pictures of pupils here, of course, but I supposed you could take my word for it that they had fun. They also made me cards and a couple of them got me little gifts, which I think deserves its own post. Stay tuned.

In the Cathedral Garden


You know it!

Robin, Allison, and me by the pond

We all had cream teas (scones, jam, cream, tea). Good thing I was done with my Whole 30! I kind of planned it that way, actually. :) Behind that black Honda is our old crib, the North Barn


We went for a walk on the Trail of Tears. We had only been back there twice since we moved from the North Barn. It made me a bit nostalgic!


Me and my love. Allison said I looked angelic with my hair shining in the sun. I love when she takes my picture because she always says flattering things, e.g. "You look like a movie star!" or "Girl, your skin is just radiant!"


The next day Al Pal and I went to Vennel's. I was really disappointed in my chocolate cake, which was usually amazing. It tasted dry and dense. Boo. I have a new favorite place though...

Flat White! I had the best chai latte of my life (and have since had another with Ashley), and I look forward to taking more visitors there. Like you... right?


Cullen and Pamela made me a card and brought flowers back from London. They are the most gorgeous and fragrant peonies and freesia, and they're still going strong a week later!

The Year 9 (8th grade) girls in my advisory group at school surprised me with this cake. I was so happy! They were so sweet to plan that, and I loved how it was decorated.

Birthdays are so awesome. I felt so loved and celebrated by all of this and more that has gone undocumented: cards (MAD, Joy, Amy), sweet packages (Kristi), Facebook messages, phone calls (my family, Aunt Deanie), etc. I am a blessed woman.
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