This was my wedding day. All dressed up in brown. I’m sure I deserved not to get the white-gown 20,000$ treatment (we went to the JP)… but I am so glad God didn’t skimp in the MAN department. He’s as cute as he was then and still makes my stomach flutter when I look at him. Not to mention he’s a super provider, father, coffee-maker, cook, researcher, … and other things.
Be still my heart.
Anyway, a friend at my homeschool co-op asked us this morning to recant a story about when we were kidless and young adults. I’ve pretty much always been a young adult with my man. I was 19 when we met and barely 20 when we married. He’s two years older than me (a fact I love to kid him about when I call him “old man”). Sixteen years later (next month), here we are… two kids and a third on the way… and not quite so skinny (but working on it in 2009).
We’re still in love; and still crazy nerds that love to laugh together.
He’s my best friend.
It was only fitting that I put him on day 2 of my 12 days of Christmas. This 2 is the best 2 I can think of.
So here’s the story of Christmas past:
The year was 1992. It was our first year together and we traveled around to see everyone’s family at Christmas time. He had 2 sets of parents and so did I. We were both ONLY children, so we had to make it to all 4 in a matter of days. This began our tradition of spending Christmas on the road, drinking coffee and hot chocolate and listening to Christmas music as we covered the span of the state. In case you didn’t know, Texas is a real big state. Car trips can be quite long. Things can get quite silly in the wee hours after three or four rounds of jingle bells and two cups of espresso. It used to be magical and fun – until the “old man” started falling asleep on me! Now the kids and I sing while Daddy snores.
This particular year, though, we got lost on the way to my grandma’s house and ended up driving through another town that took us nearly 2 hours out of the way. My family made fun of me forever.
That next Christmas, Kevin’s family gave me a compass. One of their traditions is to have a “Santa Banana” present under the tree each year and they usually give funny gag gifts to each person based on a story or silly thing they have done in their past.
Everyone had a good laugh at my expense. I have come to expect it. I live in a fog.
Oh, well – me getting a compass wasn’t as bad as him getting BEANO.