When I was a little girl, like many little girls, I watched all of the classic movies. My favorite was Cinderella. If there was a Cinderella version of a movie I watched it. The whole fairy Godmother thing and mice captured me and the mean stepsisters, at times I could really relate. The fact that something so beautiful could happen for this poor girl just made me wish for wonderful. Cinderella waited with grace and patience and got the best thing in the end. I also could not help but wonder what my prince charming would be like. What kind of family would we have together? Would we really sit outside when we were old and rock on our chairs?
As time grew on and I became older, I started to wonder several questions. First of all, what was wrong with me? Then I wondered if my day would ever come, would my “prince ever come”. That was all in 6th grade. High School was worse. I did date some pretty decent guys…but high school was high school. Then when it couldn’t get any worse, college hit. My dating life was slim to say the least. It just was not happening for me. In my junior year of college I dated one of those guys who was “a toad”. You know the saying “Sometimes you have to kiss a few toads before you get the prince”. He was everything I would never want my daughter dating. But I thought this has to be it. I wasn’t happy, in fact I was quite blinded. I never knew the entire time we were dating that he was writing a love sonnet to another girl. Meanwhile I was just trying to make this relationship work and wondering what I was doing wrong. Knowing that relationships weren’t “perfect”, I thought well this has to be what it was about. I was wrong. During this time I met the middle school intern.
Because of some previous “blunders”, I was invited to move up from the 5th grade youth group to Power Source. Tim Grandstaff Sr. told my mom not to worry about the past, that they “like them that way” in his youth group. My previous 5th grade girls were also moving up to 6th grade, so we were all in it together. Now before our first Sunday I had heard many things about this intern. How cute, how hot, how amazing this intern was. All from the mouths of babes…sixth and seventh grade babes. Well, I will be honest with you, I was not impressed. I don’t know to me this guy and his friends thought a little too much about themselves.
( The intern is in the white and navy shorts. His friends and him are all in Florida doing the cool thing.)
I am pretty sure the intern thought the same of me. There was not really any interaction besides the youth group gatherings and any time I had to ask questions. In the mean time the intern started dating a pretty blonde and I was in my loser relationship. Things seemed to be what they were.
Then I had a hope, a glimmer, a “realization” if you will. I hated the relationship I was in. I didn’t care what I did, it was not worth being stuck in a miserable relationship. So we ended it. I cried…not tears of sadness, but tears of joy. At around the same time the intern ended his relationship with “the hot blonde he thought he was going to marry.”
Glad to be out of the relationship, I was really not looking for anything else. Then one day I was having a conversation with a friend in my red t-shirt and smokin’ hot overalls, and my penny loafers WITH the pennies in them, when the intern came out to talk. Maybe it was the way he smiled at me, maybe he smiled at me because of my overalls, but something in my heart twitched. My thoughts then quickly brought me back to reality. He wasn’t my type. He dressed with style. He actually spent way more time on his hair than me, and he was popular. But as content as I was, I was entering my senior year in college and I was hoping to one day find my “prince”, not just any prince though, I wanted a Godly man, one who cared about the lives of others. One who cared about middle schoolers and high schoolers. One who wanted to make a difference in the world. I hate surprises, but God must have been smiling down with excitement for the one he had for me.
Due to the fact that my 6th grade sister loved the intern’s hot best friend. She naturally tried to hook us up. So in doing so, they invited us to a pizza night. I brought my sister and some friends. This is a picture that my friend took when the intern turned. It is a dumb picture, but I LOVE it because it is the only picture I have of the night that the intern started to have feelings for me…and realized that his hang up “if I date her I will have to marry her and I am not sure I am ready” disappeared.
(Yes I am pretend grabbing the interns bottom, WHICH I would never have done at that point, which is why maybe we are laughing as hard as we are).
We went on our first official date on June 12th 1999. Shortly after we went on the middle school summer trip. It was here he told me he loved me and wanted to spend his life with me…doing ministry together.
Shortly after that on Halloween, my moment came, in more of a Cinderella way than I had expected. My intern dressed up like prince charming (we have a video), and I like Cinderella. My intern/prince arrived at my house in his white honda (carriages were too expensive) to pick me up. He carried a lovely little prop. A shoe. My size. That looked like a glass slipper. My intern/prince always did creative romantic things so when he asked to see if the shoe fit, I had no clue that also inside the pillow was a ring. That night my intern became my prince, telling me that since my shoe fit he had to keep me!!!!
On October 7, 2000 we said our vows.
And kissed alot….WOOOOHOOOO!
And then my prince took me to the greatest place on earth where the mother of all castles resides…Disney World. Well mostly a Disney Cruise. Where the waiter brought us out a cute but tasteless cake. Everything was wonderful and magical and everything is what I dreamed my story, my cinderella story to be.
Now I wish I could say we lived happily ever after, but no one is that lucky. We have had many ups and downs. Many successes and many failures, but I am so glad that I had that intern by my side. We still struggle through moments, but we are surrounding ourselves with people who help us make it. I want my son to model after his father in every way. I want a girl to be as lucky as I to have him. I pray that my daughter marries a man that loves her in the way that this amazing man has loved me. When I was little and I dreamed of my prince, I in no way thought I would be this lucky. I still sometimes cannot believe that God allowed me to have the best. Just like in the movies I got the best.
Tim Grandstaff. I love you with all my heart. I am so glad we are on this life journey together. I have no reason to fear or be worried with you in charge. You are my everything. You are more than I could have ever hoped for. You listen to God and you obey him and I know because of this we are safe and in amazing leadership. I love everything about you! I am so thankful you didn’t marry the “hot blonde”. I am so glad that you chose me as your partner in ministry. I am so glad that God chose you to be my ONE, my prince, my love. I love the ride that we are on and I want to rock in those chairs when we are old, even if it is a lockdown nursing home. I want to be yours forever! Thank you!!!!!!
Your Cinderella (even if that is corny, I still feel it)