When Jonathan and I were very little, it seems that we were already destined to be. We were both terribly imaginative children, far more imaginative than average. Jonathan once went three days responding only to Christopher Robbin, pretending that his family’s 2-acre lot was the 100-acre wood of Winnie the Pooh. My parents were sometimes afraid I wouldn’t wake up from one of my dream-worlds.
Magically enough, one of my favorite things to pretend was that I was married. My pretend husband’s name? Jonathan.
When we were still children, 10 years old, we met in Mrs. Crossline’s 5th grade class. The first week of class, I presented my teacher with a poem I’d written; she informed me that another student, Jonathan Moody, had also given her a poem and that we should become friends.
We spent the next four years becoming friends, and got to know each other very well. We learned that we had a lot in common, and that we had very similar values and dreams, values and dreams that, especially for 13 and 14 year-olds, are a little unusual. We wanted to live simply and beautifully. We wanted to live full of gratitude to God and His Creation. We wanted to live curiously, to learn and to travel and expand our minds. We both dreamed of living in a wood cabin, of farming, of raising our children to love God and Nature and music and learning.
Jonathan told me he loved me for the first time when we were 14 years old. We were on a mission trip in Mexico and as everyone was heading off to bed for the night he hugged me very sweetly and whispered in my ear, “I love you.”
Ten years later, we’re more in love than ever, and have been on too many adventures to count, from care-free days as teens romping about Nashville’s parks and backstreets to four bliss-filled years growing into adults at Sewanee, the University of the South.
After our wedding in 2011 (one of the funnest days of my life!), we hopped a plane to France where we lived for 11 months. While in France, we performed and wrote music and traveled to Spain and Italy and around the Pays de la Loire. Upon returning home, Jonathan began his masters in Latin American Studies and I started working as French teacher and Extended Care Director. Within 4 weeks of being home, we had bought the world’s sweetest kitten and put an offer on what became our first home: a 1920’s farm house situated and a third acre in Berry Hill. We love it.
2003: Creepily enough, Jonathan signed my year book (which I’m holding), “You will grow up to be a happily married woman, whether you like it or not. And a microwave.” Half of that statement is more true than he could have known. The other half = what a GOOF.
2004: An embarrassingly horrible photo of us at my sophomore (high school) homecoming dance. Yes, my hair is straight and dyed black.
2005: Juxtlahuaca, Mexico.
2006: Centennial Park, Nashville.
2008: GreenHouse, Sewanee, ready for the Mountaintop Ball.
2009: Avignon, France.
2010: Engaged! Tremlett Springs, Abbo’s Alley, Sewanee, TN.
2011: Married! Tremlett Springs, Abbo’s Alley, Sewanee, TN.
2012: Barcelona, Spain.