Let me back up further. Sorry, this is going to be a bit long :)
I was in college once. Really I was! And I had no boys that were interested in me. True story. None. At least none who were brave enough to let me know it, and actually take me on a date. Which would have been fun, cause as much as I liked my college roommates (which in some cases was a lot) I would have loved to have someone interested in me around. Come ON! Every girl finds that at least a little flattering even if they aren't interested in the guy in return. Maybe some of the problem was that girls outnumbered guys by about 5 to 1 at my college. I Got To Spring Without My Ring! Wish I could have gotten my tuition back... that would have ROCKED.
Believe it or not, I was NOT heartbroken about getting through a church school without getting married. I just would have liked to have a little insy bit more fun :)
After getting my Associates Degree I decided I was going to go on a mission. I had been thinking a little about this since I was about fourteen years old. What a great adventure. Yes, a hard adventure... but a good one none the less. Right? So, I proceeded to get my mission papers and fill them out. In fact, I got them all the way filled out. Yup, I was going to do it! I was going to go on a mission. Good for me! YAY.
I was excited, can't you tell!? No, really! I was!
Well, My birthday came up... and for some reason I didn't feel like turning those papers in. Even though I had told my WHOLE FAMILY I was going to go on a mission. No kidding. Grandparents and everything. I decided I just needed a summer to hang out and play. I decided I really liked my own company. I liked who I was and I was going to have a little fun before I left on that good ol' mission. As excited as I was to go, something was holding me back.
Well, In July I found out just what that was.
July 1st I met boy... a boy who was INTERESTED IN ME! (or at least I thought he was.) I remember telling my mom "I met a really great guy, and I'm NOT introducing him to my friends till AFTER he has made up his mind on ME!" (can you tell I had issues with friends "stealing" the boys I liked? I mean... come ON! They were supposed to read my mind and know who I liked so that they wouldn't steal them... cause I definitely wouldn't tell anyone who I had a crush on unless it was PRIED from me!)
This boy was cute. And he was quirky. And he was nice. And he was an insy bit nerdy. I know that sounds kinda bad... but Risk? Risk is NOT a party game and he adored the thing! But by this I knew that he had absolutely no problem with who he was and what he liked. He was confident in the person he was.
Four days later (4Th of July) he invited me to go to a family function with him. Cause we had way to much fun together and, lets admit it, spending the day apart would have been boring. (We didn't like to be apart for too long. :)
Within the month he asked what I would say if he asked me to marry him. Wow, that was fast! Marry him?! I hardly even knew him! I said no.
And I said no...
And I said I don't know...
And then I said yes! Then I asked if that was a proposal. Cause it was kinda lame and he hadn't talked to my dad or anything. And he needed to do it "officially" with a ring... and on his knee... and boy was I picky! :) Oh man...... what was I going to tell my grandparents about my mission plans!?
Well, August 4Th he asked me to marry him "Officially" after talking to my dad (who by the way was a little bit freaked out. I mean... who did this kid think he was?! Asking me to marry him so soon.) When he asked fireworks went off.
No seriously! Someone lit illegal fireworks near where we were at and no, it was NOT PLANNED.
We set a date. November 17Th. Thanksgiving Break. Good time to get married, eh? Heck everyone already thought we were nuts for getting engaged so quickly... better give it a couple of months to sink in. Right? Right!? .... mmmm no. Not right. We moved it up. HAHAHAHA
We already knew we were going to spend the rest of our lives together... so why not? (keep in mind this is an enamored, in love, couple who hadn't heard too many marriage horror stories yet... I mean.... really? how many of those stories do you hear by the time you are 21? You're practically a teenager!)
September 22ND it was. And that is what it stayed.
That beautiful Saturday morning I got married to the man of my dreams... even though the world thought we were Nuts (with a capital N). And boy am I glad I did... cause I'm sure if I hadn't that someone else would have snapped him up quick and I would have been sore out of luck.
I mean, come on! How many guys have no issues with helping to clean the house? or change diapers. Or cook. And how many realize that when his wife is grumpy it's time to help her to clean the house because that is probably what is overwhelming her. And how many know that when she blows up over something it will soon be over, and she'll be sobbing on his shoulder about how much she loves him... and then he'll be done with that whole bit for at least a month. :) Gotta love those hormones, eh?
And how many guys would call their mom to see if she could take the kids for a night and most of the next day just so that his wife could have a chance to sleep in for a change. (that is what he did this last weekend for an anniversary present... which was so much nicer than anything he could have bought!) I was afraid that my kids had broken my ability to sleep in! When I woke up at ten a.m. I was really relieved that wasn't the case! (the silence was really a pleasure too!)
After seven years of marriage and three children I have NEVER regretted marrying him so quickly. Never.
Call me NUTS, I still love him just as much... and you know what? I'm still bored when he isn't around :D
And Jer? I still love you so much it hurts... and I could never imagine my life without you.
- Your Wifee
