What preceded the Project? - When I was about eight or nine years old, my mom was homeschooling me, and part of our daily routine was a prayer time during which she wanted us to pray for whomever my future husband would be. It wasn't until about fifteen years later when I finally met him... the one... that guy.
We met at a place called Emmanuel College in Franklin Springs, GA in the Autumn of 2007. One of my favorite memories of that time happened on a very rainy day in November 2007. We shared Wendy's under the awning of a closed EC Cafe as he regaled me with stories of Italy, wines, architecture, and his favorite comedians. I had never met anyone like him... and I was sad to see the evening end.
How did the project come about? - This blog is for the man I call "Guardian" -- or perhaps to him. This is our story, and where I hope to continue to share my love for and pride in him publicly for many raindances to come. This is where the story of our romance unfolds.
Why tell the story? - I'm sure there are a lot of people out there who will look at this and scoff, or think how stupid it is, and that's fine. I'm not begging for people to read this at all. This is simply a gesture toward the one I share this story with on a daily basis. A reminder of all we've been through.
Why 'Project Raindance'? - I actually namd this blog afte a song that I wrote for my husband called "Raindance", which will be published here later on. I view our marriage as an ongoing project of sorts. Please understand, our relationship is not "a job" to me, but still something to that we work with on a daily basis. It's one of those processes that should never end, therefore, no matter how you look at it, this is a project.
Is everything in the blog true? - Yes.
Are you telling the whole story? - Perhaps. Obviously, there are some things which should remain private, but I suppose that in a small way, this is a tell-all. I believe in being real with other people, and I want them to see that my life isn't story-book perfection, but neither is it a tragedy, though there are tragic things that have taken place.
Final thoughts? - I hope my husband appreciates this. To two wonderful years.
