Married, THERE'S a sunshine and roses blog post for ya. Next week (week from tomorrow to be exact) is Hubby & my 8 year wedding anniversary! ♥♥♥
Some of you have heard the story before (some many many times) but I think it bares/bears/?? repeating and often. LOL
Hubby and I met through a mutual friend at church camp in July 1995 . We, and a few others, were inseparable the entire week of camp. In fact, Hubby and I spent so much time with each other that everyone at the camp, aside from our friends, thought we were dating (and told us we should be when we told them we weren't). He quickly became one of my very best friends even though we only saw each other one week a year at camp.
We always liked each other, but one or the other of us always had a "significant other" back home. I'd go hoping he was single and he wasn't or he'd go hoping I was single and I wasn't. Finally though, July of 2001 we got our act together.
The end of July of 2001 I went with him on one of his visitations of his son (born 1999), a boy I'd come to think of and love as a nephew even though I'd never met him. Well, that day seeing him with his son...it knocked me off my feet! I fell so in love with him! Seeing what he went through to see and spend time with his son (long drive, ect...). At the end of the day I went home, and he drove the four hours back up to where he was going to college. Later in the week we were chatting online and I said to him, "What would you say if I told you that seeing you with your son brought back all those old feelings?" He told me not to say it if it wasn't true because that had happened to him as well, seeing me with his son.
He wouldn't consider us an official couple until he officially asked. So, even though we talked daily, we were not officially a couple until August 4, 2001. We immediately made it known to each other that we wanted to get married. We had waited so long to get together we wanted it to be forever. Once again though, he didn't want to say we were engaged until he got me a ring. The way he told me, he didn't want to go to my parents and tell them that we were getting married without having put a ring on my finger. (isn't he adorable?)
In September of 2001 I had mono and was so weak, I couldn't even walk to the bathroom on my own. Well, my parents were going to my grandparents' the weekend of my birthday (21-23) so he came to take care of me. On September 21, he and I were talking and he called me "his wife" so I asked him when we could start telling people. He told me the answer was in his car. So I go down to his car (which was full of TRASH, by the way) and start looking. I pulled out so much trash that his front seat was clean! Finally, I think to look in the glove box. There sat a white box with a silver bow (which I still have). So right there, in my parents' garage, he asked me to marry him! I said yes, then proceeded to throw all that trash back into his car and make him carry me back to the couch so I could lay down. I was exhausted after all that! LOL
We got married July 13, 2002 and had our first child, on December 31, 2002. In December 2006, I miscarried our second child but then God gave us another child to love. On March 4, 2008 she was born. So 3 kids, 2 cats, & 1 dog later and our family is complete!
It's hard for me to believe that I have known this man of mine for over half my life. It seems unreal to me. As a teen & young adult I'd had many boyfriends but none I really believed would stick around forever. With my wonderful husband, though, there has never been a doubt. We didn't realize back then - at 14 & 16 yrs old - exactly how, but we did know that we would always be in each others' life.
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