7,665 days=21 years
and yet it’s but a vapor
this cheezy post may be harmful to your love life
…..don’t say I didn’t warn you.
“you think you might like to go out sometime?”
our first date 21 years ago
July 19, 1992
He was seventeen
I was all of 15
dinner , movie (A League of Their Own) & a cruise through town
and the rest …as they say…is history
He drove a jacked-up,4×4, blue Ford F150 with mud tires
rocked a mullet and wore 29×34 slim fit wranglers
with a belt buckle we could’ve both eaten off of
you could find him in a mud hole on Saturday night and church on Sunday mornin
he was quiet and gentle with a horse
made my heart do things I can’t explain
then and now…
A wise friend once told me
“… different seasons of life you’ll fall in love with him over and over again as you see him in different roles”
truer words were never spoken
at the time I thought “no way I could love this skinny cowboy more that I do now”
what teeny bop doesn’t dream of her knight in shining armor riding up to wisk her away to their “happily ever after”?
I had mine …
then and now…
but she was right
as much as I loved the redneck he was then…
(be still my heart)
as we walked through our darkest season…
years of infertility and loss
he was my rock.
there were many, many days I was awful. just.plain.awful.
my hormones surged like that of a derailed roller coaster
I ranted and raved and cried and cussed
rarely a word spoken
and when he choose to speak they were simple and few “we’re going to be fine babe”
and we were…
then and now..
by God’s grace I was finally was able to give him a son
my cup runneth over
the first time I saw him with him
my heart nearly burst within me
daily I thank God he chose this man to father our boys
he LOVES them…oh, how he loves them
and he teaches them and trains them to be boys of character & integrity
to ride and work and play hard!
loving me and at the end of each day he comes home to us
do we fuss?
ABSOLUTELY! just ask our neighbors..who I am quite certain has heard us “discuss” on more occasions than I care to count
some days we don’t even like each other and yet
we still love -in sickness and in health, for rich or for poorer
till death do us part