The beginning of our story is a little blurry because we were so young and I dont have any pictures or anything from that year. I think it was maybe 2011 or 2012 when Brock and I met. We were 12 or 13 years old, and our parents had a mutual friend (shoutout to Terry!!) who got us all together for dinner one night at Red Lobster. I had no interest in boys and was pretty shy so I hadnt really given Brock another thought.


It wasnt until 2014 that Brock reached out, out of the blue, and asked me if I would be interested in going to homecoming with him. I remember thinking that I vaguely remember meeting him, and what the heck made him want to ask me. But I did think he was cute, so naturally, I texted my best friend Chelsea and asked what I should do. She said I should do it! Why not?


So I said I would go to homecoming with him, and our first date was going to Parkway Place Mall and shopping for him a tie. We were only 15 at the time, so Brocks mom had to drive us to the mall. I remember on the way there we were sitting in complete silence and his mom said “ Yall quiet down back there.” Looking back I always giggle thinking about that moment because I was actually so nervous and didn’t have a single thought in my head to start a conversation.


So we went to the mall, we bargain shopped for a tie for homecoming, and then we smashed some pizza from Sbarro. I was never one of those girls who got self conscious eating in front of boys, so I had as much pizza as I wanted, and to this day Brock still laughs about that. This is so cheesy, but I remember having one of those time-stands-still moments when we were looking at ties and I said something that made Brock laugh. Like belly laugh. And I was actually captivated in that moment by his laugh and the smile on his face. I actually still remember it feeling like a pause where everything stood still around us. So of course I was hooked. I went home that night with a big smile on my face and probably fell asleep with a goofy grin.


So we went to homecoming and he held my hand *gasp* and was giving me butterflies all night. And the rest is history... except it couldn’t be that simple!!


Of course, if you’ve known us that long, you would know we havent been dating since 2014. For a few years we may or may not have taken turns breaking up with one another. We definitely needed time to grow up and distance to grow fonder of each other. I will say that through all the bumps and curves that we faced, and the gaps where we took time apart, as difficult as they may have been, I am so grateful that God always brought us back together. It would make no sense to me when I would be thinking of him and within the minute I would get a text from him after months or years apart.


I do remember the moment I knew he was my husband. I was 16 years old, and I was doing dishes in the kitchen with my mom. We ended up talking about how I hadnt had my first kiss. And my mom said to me, “Morgan, I really feel like your first kiss is going to end up being the guy you marry.” (spoiler alert!!!) Immediately my mind went to Brock, and I had this sense of peace, almost like I didnt have to worry about it, because I was going to marry Brock no matter what happens. It was in that moment that I knew I loved him. Of course, I wouldn’t tell him that for another 5 years or so (because I’m a chicken).


So fast-forward to freshman year of college, I remember a boy texting me and asking me out on dates and wanting to date me. I thought, its college! Why not? But then one night he tried to kiss me and I had to dodge it- hard. Because I thought, “ No no no, he can’t kiss me, he’s not Brock”. So I quickly realized that I did not care about that boy. I only cared about one boy and that was Brock Mitchell. And although it wasnt always a walk in the park being without him, I knew beyond a shadow of doubt that he was my husband. And that it really didn’t matter what I did, Brock and I were inevitable. I knew it in my bones, and that gave me peace.


I am not naturally a peaceful person. Before I finish one thought, I’ve already thought of five more. I worry and I stress out over little things. I am always trying to think ten steps ahead. But one thing Brock has always brought to my life is peace. It’s the time-stopping peace I experienced when I fell in love with his laugh. It’s the noise-cancelling peace I felt the day he asked me to be his wife. It’s the way he reels me back in and centers me when I am spiraling. One of my favorite things about Brock Mitchell is that, just like Jesus, where Brock is, there is peace.