My Husband is better than YOURS! HA!

Ok... so maybe he is just what is best for me!

Jer and I got married quick... and young... and we are DANG lucky to have gotten it right! We picked the right people to marry. US! :)

I'm so glad I have him... he is a huge dork, which I love! He is cheesy and corny and always has me rolling my eyes and saying "You're funny..." He likes to take things people say in the way they didn't intend it just to throw them for a loop, makes me think and use my brain.

He cooks, he cleans, he changes diapers, he hugs me and pretends (really well, I might add) that I still have the body I had when we got married. He has good discussions with me about the pros and cons of things, understands when I don't agree with him, has never EVER called me names (nor have I ever done that... character assassination is simply not allowed in our house).

What I find most amazing is that he's even okay with me going to other churches and checking them out... he doesn't see it as an affront to him, he understands that some things have to be learned on ones own....and this from a man that has spent his whole life as an active member of one church.

Our marriage is based upon love, trust, and respect. I have never doubted his love for me, have always trusted him... even to the extent that if something seemed suspicious I would always give him the benefit of the doubt. He always tells me things he fears might look bad before I ever have an opportunity to ask. We respect each others opinions and ideas and understand we are individuals working together, not working to become each other.

I love this man, and wouldn't trade him if my life depended on it.

No Regrets

So today is Jer and I's 8th wedding anniversary. Quite frankly it does NOT feel like eight years. Though I look in the mirror and know that time has definitely passed, I'm so glad that our relationship is just as strong and the day we got married... no, I'm wrong. It's a whole lot stronger!

I honestly could never ask for a better guy to be my soul mate, because honestly, that is what he is. I can't imagine having a better friend or a better husband .... oh, or of course a better father for my kids. That is an important one.

I miss him every day he goes to work and always look forward to the time when he comes home again, even if the only thing we are doing is sitting next to each other on our computers. The company is awesome. I can't imagine life without him.

I know when we first got married that people thought we were a little nuts. Yes, we were young and the courtship was short, but I know through experience that when you meet the person who you are supposed to be with sometimes you just know. I'm so glad I knew and I'm so glad he knew and was willing to work towards that end... he did ask me to marry him three times before I said yes (what can I say, we are both stubborn!).

As I watch other people and how their marriages work, I'm constantly reminded of the awesome man that I get to call mine. We are so similar in so many ways, we rarely fight (though often disagree) and usually the fights are caused by mere differences in the definitions of words and the confusion as to what is causing our communication to not quite be right. I'm so glad that I have never been called names, or told that I am not so smart. I'm SO glad that when we do fight we still keep in mind those things that would be going too far and wouldn't touch them with a 50 foot pole even if we are severely frustrated with the other person.

Oh how I'm grateful for that man. Oh how I'm grateful we found each other. And oh how grateful I am to have someone I could truly trust with anything.

I love you Jer. You are the other half of my soul.

Once Upon a Time....

....everyone thought I was nuts. Actually, I'm not really sure they don't still think I'm nuts! Heck, I think I'm nuts most of the time... I grasp at my sanity on a daily basis. Though many who don't know me really well (which is most people) probably think that I'm one of the most boring people they know. Little do they know! MWHAHAHAHA. (cough cough) Anywho, back to my story.

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

How Lucky I Am

I was talking to a friend today about marriage. How many people I know that truely stuggle with theirs. Who say that so much "work" is involved with marriage that they did not realize before they got married. I find this interesting, because I don't consider my marriage to be "work". Maybe it's just because I enjoy the "work" so much.

Jer is truely my best friend in the whole world. I know that he has seen the worst of me and still loves me. I love being around him and sometimes want to not share him... including with the kids! I know I know... not very "motherly" of me! ... still when I think about how good our relationship is I always wonder in the back of my head... Is something terrible coming our way?? There has to be a reason that we have it so "easy".

And to be honest this scares the CRAP out of me!