Tim and I met for the first time at a New Year's Eve party in 2007. I was a sophomore in college and he was a fresh graduate of Mizzou. We actually had several mutual acquaintances in high school, so I was familiar with his name, but I hadn't seen him in years. When I walked into the room that night, I distinctly remember thinking "Whoa! I don't recall him being that attractive!" I mean really, look at him...
We shared names, had a few laughs, I made a fool of myself playing ping-pong like a maniac, and off we went on our separate ways. He made a sort of cheesy attempt to strike up a conversation a few weeks later on Facebook, but I had my heart set on moving to California for good in the summer, so I never really entertained the thought of a relationship.
Fast-forward to summer 2008. One of my best friends was getting married in June and I had the fun opportunity to be a bridesmaid in her wedding. I was super excited a) because she was the first of my friends to get married, and b) since I knew most everyone else in the wedding party, it was pretty much a guarantee that I would be destroying it on the dance floor during the reception. As everyone arrived for the rehearsal, I was caught by surprise to see that the usher lineup included Tim Fritson.
We hit it off right away. Amazingly, he seemed interested even after witnessing my zealous dance moves. I remember asking my friend Britney a million questions about him on our way home from the wedding that night. "Is he a good guy?" "Yeah. I think he's like, the best."
I was definitely enamored, but I hesitated to believe that I could have met the man of my dreams a few short weeks before I would be cashing in a one-way ticket to Los Angeles. Still he pursued me, and left no question as to whether or not he was willing to make it work. I packed my things and headed West, but in my heart I knew that God had something really special in store for us. We dug on each other the long-distance way until he wooed me back to Missouri for good. (aka: I had no job, and my financial aid for college had been canceled, so home again, home again jiggity-jig)
Once we were back in the same city, the rest was pretty much history. He proposed on New Year's Eve 2008, exactly a year since we had met, and we were married on June 26, 2009.
I could write for days about all the reasons why I love and admire Tim. He has been such a phenomenal example of integrity, forbearance, and discipleship to me. Here are a few his atributes that I am most grateful for:
He loves God first.
I don't know very many people who love the Lord with the tenacity that Tim does. He is so consistent with his study of the Bible and it's evident in the way that he lives and loves the people around him. He is such an intelligent guy, and an amazing teacher. I am always in awe of his ability to interpret Scripture and present it in a way that is challenging and entirely engaging.
He is patient.
I am probably not the easiest person to live with. Not because I'm really messy or anything, but mostly because I'm crazy. Bless his heart, he puts up with my antics in the sweetest way possible.
He hates taking pictures, but found that if he closes his eyes, they really aren't so bad after all...
He has gotten really good at not losing his place in a book after I have sprinted across the room and catapulted myself into bed because it's "more fun" than simply crawling under the covers. He just sits there quietly until the bouncing mattress has subsided and his ears have stopped ringing from me screaming "INCOMING!" He never complains when I listen to my hippie music at just shy of 140 decibels, or rolls his eyes when I shove my phone in his face and yell something really girly like "LOOK AT THIS BABY SEAHORSE!" He lovingly endured a hellish week of kitchen cabinet painting, not because he really cared what color our cabinets were, but because he knew it was important to me. He is so selfless, and I am extremely thankful for his patient love and kindness toward me.
He is intentional.
This is something about Tim that I am continually amazed by. When I first met him, he had recently begun his first job as a youth pastor. As he started getting to know the youth group, he found out that some of the guys were on their high school cross country team. He realized the amazing relationship-building potential, so he started showing up to practice and running with them before and after school. He woke up at 5:00 am every morning to run for hours with high school guys because he cared about their eternity. No one does that! If you have had him as a coach, you are probably very familiar with how intentional he is in helping you grow- more than just as an athlete, but as a person. He loves to come home and tell me how hard you worked and how much progress you're making. He cares about your grades, and your family, and wether or not the girl or guy you're dating is worth your time. He pours countless hours of instruction and encouragement into your life because he thinks that you're worth it!
|I know there are more athletes that aren't pictured. Sorry guys! You're still important!|