Few people know that my husband, Jason, and I, have actually known each other since we were teenagers.
Growing up, we were both part of the same Judeo-Christian faith, part of an international organization with initiatives around the world.
One of those initiatives was bible camp.
I always laugh when I tell people that we actually met at a church camp in Pennsylvania one fateful August. I think I was 13 and he was 15, although we argue about the exact year.
Girls (pink) and boys (blue) were split into separate dorms. We weren’t allowed to make any purple, they told us. And at dances and events, there always had to be a bible’s width between us.