I was planning to post this yesterday but my hubby ruptured his ear drum and my little girl is also sick. Mommy's running low on sleep and last night I gave in when ladybug went to bed early. (finally!)
8 years ago yesterday, I met the wonderful guy that would later ask to marry me. I have a terrible memory so I'll just stick to the basic story line and in reality, we were 14 when we met, so there were no extremely exciting details to begin with. Hah.
I was staying with a friend in the city I used to live in and after being told by her mother that we could not go to the movie theater alone, it was suggested we go to a teen dance at their church. Definitely not something I would've chosen to do for myself, it was the very first in a series of events that would make up the charming life I love. There, I met Jake and soon we became boyfriend and girlfriend or whatever term you use for two kids who are only 14 and still require mommy and daddy to drive them here or there. We were so cool back then that I remember him giving me a torn slip of paper with his email on it and a kiss. (Anyone else remember MSN chatting all night??) There was a special feeling between the two of us, I mean we found out we have the same birthday and are only minutes apart in age as well as being born in town not far from each other and sharing the same middle name..Marie.. Okay, it's Lee, but sometimes I get a giggle with that one here and there. =)
Many weekends, Jake and his family would drive 30 minutes from the town they lived in to pick me up on Friday after I was home from school. We would find fun things to do which usually included something church-related, lol. I would stay the rest of the weekend and after church either his family would take me back home, or my parents would come pick me up. I don't know why my parents agreed to let me spend the weekends at a boy's house but I always slept in his sister's room and of course, his parents were there.
When we were 15 we 'broke up' (like I said before, how much dating is really going on when your 14?, lol) but stayed the best of friends. Even when he moved to Idaho for a year we still talked on the phone every day and he was always the best friend to listen to my lame jokes, complaints and occasional tears.
When we were 17 he had this girlfriend that treated him terribly. One night after trying to explain to him how toxic she was, I blurted out the L word. Yeah, you know the one. When we started dating it felt right, natural, and comfortable. We had already learned so many things about each other in the three years prior that there was nothing forced with our relationship. We got engaged and at 18, we got married.
I know some of you may not be the mushy type so I'm sorry for the sentimental post, but I just wanted to brag about my hubby for a second. =)