So, there’s this book coming out next month, perhaps you’ve heard of it? It’s called The Archived, and it’s by Victoria Schwab. I’ve read it, and it’s equal parts creepy, sad, and hopeful. I can’t wait to tell you a little more about it in a few weeks when I post my review.
But, in the meantime, I’m going to post a video that Victoria sent along for me to share with you all. This is a part of her Making History blog tour, and I’m so honored to be a part of it. The first video is Victoria introducing the tour. The second video was recorded by her mum.
I really hope you will watch the video. Victoria’s mum shares a beautiful memory of her father and coming to America. (Okay, I’ll admit that it made me a little teary) And! I have a little bit of Archived swag for one lucky winner. See the rafflecopter below for details on how to enter.
Introduction to MAKING HISTORY:
MAKING HISTORY #14: The Mum
And, in the spirit of sharing memories, I’m going to share one of mine. Here’s how I met my husband.
The summer of 2007 was a…tumultuous one. I had my engagement broken off a month before the wedding was supposed to take place (read: I was dumped). I had gotten fired from a job that I hated, and I just could not seem to figure out what I was doing with school. Honestly, I was barely treading water. I had a couple good friends that I spent a lot of time that kind of pulled me through things. I had a few flings with some guys, and tried dating this guy that I had a major crush on in high school (that relationship crumpled faster than a cheap piece of paper). So, by the time Fall semester 2007 rolled around, I was ready to make some changes.
I decided to serve an 18-month mission for my church. This wasn’t something I had ever considered doing, but I felt like it was what I needed to do. So, I filled out the paperwork, told my parents, and waited to hear where I was going to be sent. Literally days after I submitted my paperwork, I was at my most-recent ex-boyfriend’s apartment (the high school crush), and met his new roommate. He was also a friend from high school, though I didn’t know him as well. I remembered him as shy, very nice, and a little bit dorky. After a little conversation at a mutual friend’s wedding, he asked me out on a date. I said yes, but that I was planning on being gone for the next 18 months so not to get too attached.
Well, we went out on that date. And from the moment it ended I knew I was in trouble. This guy was everything that my ex-fiance was not. It’s one of those things where you had no idea what you were missing until you have it and then you know you can never let it go. And, I guess he felt the same way, because he asked me out again, and again.
About 2 weeks later, I get my mission assignment. By this point, we are seriously casually dating (yeah, I don’t really know what that means either). And, he is in the room with me when I open the letter that tells me where I’ll be for the next year and a half. And it’s to Milan, Italy. And I know that I’m going. Because a year and a half in Italy is not something you give up for a boy.
But, well, as another week passes, I just can’t stomach the idea of leaving him behind. I’ve waited for a relationship like this. And if I leave, there is a very good chance he’ll find someone else. And I can’t let that happen.
So, one night, while sitting in his car, I ask him what I should do. He, as is his nature, responds that it’s really my choice. In response, I let him know that yes, it is my choice, but what does he want? If I stay, he has to marry me. Because otherwise, I’m 0-2 on engagements and this time I’ve given up Milan. So, he looks into my eyes, and says, “Stay, I want to marry you.”
So, 6 weeks later, we were.