24 years ago I met an incredible man. He was a simple guy that everyone loved being around. It was obvious from our first meeting that I was in the presence of someone pretty amazing. He just had a way about him and I was drawn to him. It took him a while to be drawn to me. Actually, that's not true. He was just chicken.
He finally got his guts up and asked me out. It was pretty romantic--it something like this...'Hey. You wanna go out sometime?' I was wearing red ropers, wranglers and my favorite red sweater. He was wearing jeans and a shirt. I made him write down that he asked me out cause we weren't at a church function and I was pretty sure he wouldn't remember.
Well, he remembered.
This is the part of the story I like the most.....when he showed up at my door on December 10, 1986, I opened that door and he looked up at me and I knew that he was the man I would marry. I still remember that feeling. I hope it never goes away.
He then said, "Um. Do you think we could just hang out here tonight? My checkbook isn't in real good shape and my mom's gonna kill me if it gets any worse." Yep. I was done. He was honest and up front.
He went to church without his mom telling him to. Still does.
He was loyal to a fault. Still is.
He thought deeply and spoke softly. Still does.
And I am still amazed that he chose me.
He wrote something this week that I think should be read by the masses....
And taken to the very heart of life. Just sayin'.