Two years ago today things really started looking up for me.
It was a Sunday afternoon, I'd been in Jacksonville for 2 nights at a Young Single Adult Conference. I had enjoyed spending time with my two cousins Hilary& Blake that I went with, danced the night away and just had a great time. I was making new fried s left and right... I dreaded Sunday, because we were going home from another great trip. Yet it was time for the trip to end. Luckily for us Church wasn't until 1pm! When you've lived your whole life getting there at 9, you appreciate those kind of things.
So we slept in, lazed around and began getting ready. I had went all out Friday and Saturday- the cutest clothes I had and tons of makeup; Sunday I was not feeling it. I wore a plain black skirt and undershirt with a dark blue top, applied minimal makeup and added the tiniest braid into my hair.
Finally we made it to the church building! I was in awe of the fact that an entire ward was made up of 18-30 year olds, isn't that awesome? So we filed in, getting in the second to the last pew. I was absolutely on a spiritual high that weekend. I opened up my scriptures to Matthew and began to read on the crucifixion during the prelude and during the sacrament. I remember feeling pretty shaken up, so sad for what my Savior willingly did...
After Sacrament the doors opened and a few folks trickled in. Immediately I noticed a tall, handsome guy with a suit on, as well as a blue tie that made his eyes pop. He sat right behind me! Ample time passed and I did a simple hair toss to allow me to turn around and he was looking at me! Kind of embarrassed that he saw me checking him out I willed myself not to turn around again.
Finally it was time for Sunday School. To my surprise there were 2 different classes. All three of us had plan to attend one together, but seeing some new friends enter a room we split ways. Blake and I went to the left and Hilary to the right- I rationalized there were more cute boys in the left ;) The teacher began by introducing himself, and asked us to share our names and where we lived, while sharing what musical instrument we wanted to be the God of also. Around the room it went and I noticed the blue tied boy! He stood, introduced himself but I didn't catch his first name, only that his last name was Alexander and he'd want to be over the radio- to control all of it. Boy, did I hardly find that witty! Eventually, my turn came- I entered full Southern drawl mode, "I'm Lacey Mizell from Douglas, Georgia and I would want to be a singer!" Slight cop out but who cares.
So on the lesson went, a Water Buffalo analogy came in and I began to see the boy staring at me!! I was absolutely intrigued, then once he turned around looking cross eyed as ever! I giggled but thought 'wow of he looks good cross eyes he must be gorgeous.' After a little playful eyeballing, class ended. Being by the door, I quickly left that room and waited in a hallway chair for Hilary. No one will understand my fascination when I say that this flipping gorgeous man came up to me! He asked my name, where I was from? I tried to coyly answer and he informed me that he skipped out on the Conference for a Gator game- then attributed their loss to him. I thought he sure was handsome while he kept talking. Finally we ran out of things to say and he walked off, as I continued waiting for Hilary. Well about two minutes later the boy was back again! This time he snagged an apple from a basket and mentioned my class ring- when did I graduate, how old was I? We spoke for a minute longer, I was impressed that he approached me twice! Sadly we again had nothing left to say and parted ways.
By now, my class had been over for 5 minutes- what could possibly be taking so long? I was desperately wanting to recap to Hilary all that had happened when I looked down at the coffee table next to me. There was a roster filled with the YSA's who attended that church- and at the top of that list was the name "GRAHAM ALEXANDER." The unnamed boy who had been coming up to me! I knew I would remember that name!
As soon as Hilary came out I spilled the beans. According to her, I spoke about it all afternoon- honestly I don't remember doing so. I was just so excited by what had happened, how my day had been brightened.
To be continued....
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