Monday, October 13, 2008

Good things are happening......


I have been thinking about Dennis and I lately... and how different we were when we first met! I mean when we met I was 15! Yes, 15..... and he was THERE for my 16th birthday party at the bowling alley! He was 23... and he was nice, charming, cute, adorable, and I had THE biggest dilemma.. I was barely 16, and he was too old, and he would NEVER be mine! It is the familiar frustration that some of you girls may have had when you were a dorky 6th grader, and your crush was in high school.. kind of thing! ....
Saturday as I was sitting on my front porch sitting beside my aunt Kelly, Dennis was mowing the grass. He was just sittin on that thing, carefully mowing OUR lawn.. and I thought: "That guy was not that guy that I met!" and he isn't! I started to giggle, and that giggle turned into a laugh... and he saw me laughing, and he laughed because I was laughing.. and he had no clue....
Think about this: I had my learner's permit, I was a sophomore in high school, I had never had a job, I hadn't even recieved my class ring when we started dating.... Dennis has watched me grow up! I have also watched him grow up. Before you get all googly on me, first let me say that our 6 total years together have not been ALL cuddly and cute, it has been HARD, it has seemed inpossible, and at a few hundred points in our dating and even married life, I didn't think that we would make it.... but we have.... and we will providing the Lord's provision and direction in our life and marriage.
That man that I was afraid to hold hands with in the car (in the early days) is the same man that mowes our grass, kisses me before he goes to work every morning, while I sleep, is the same man that brings me lemonades from sonic after bible study, that steals half my chocolate bar and grins when I figure it out finally, that farts in bed when I almost asleep.... he is the same man that I love with a more mature appreciation for, is the same man that drives me crazy when he walks through the house and shows me his dirty socks so hint that the floor desperately needs mopped.... He is Dennis, and he is 30, not 23, that is my husband and more than my nightly daydream.... I am happy where we are.... and I hope this growing up or old, or out thing gets all the more sweeter......
He is the same man that leaves me pink heart post it notes on the car that I now know how to drive!..... how sweet.. I love you Dennis!

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