That was hubby and my first dance at our wedding. And it really felt that way, “and here we are in heaven, for you are mine at last.”
Ok here are where things get sappy! This week marked 13 years that we have been together. I don’t know where the time has gone. We have been married almost 5 years, so yes that means we dated for 8 years. We started dating at 16. And I gotta tell you I am pretty sure I loved this boy from the moment I saw him. He always wore this hockey coat, it was red, black and white. He had (still has) the cutest flirty smile, and he had my heart right from the start.
We met in junior high, we did not date until grade 10. I was really great friends with his sister, so I saw him a few times between the summer of grade 9 and 10 when he would come to pick her up from my house.
Grade 10 started and we were in different crowds, didn’t talk too much. My mom planned a surprise party for my 16th birthday, my two closest friends came up with a scheme to invite him. I was schocked by the whole thing, all my closest friends were there, and I was so nervous because HE came. I can actually still remember what he was wearing, khakis and a button-up, white collared shirt. He wore his hair longer then. I was smitten. That party set things in motion, the next weekend we all went skating and there he was again. And before I knew it he asked me to be his girlfriend.
I still get goosebumps.
As you can imagine, 13 years has brought us all kinds of struggles, all kinds of laughter and a whole lot of that stinking real love stuff. I can say that even though he can make me so mad he is also the one who can make me incredibly happy! And he tries so hard to make me happy even when I am mad, mad, mad!
I love him. I do. But most importantly I really, really LIKE him. I like his character and his spirit. His devotion, his work ethic, the ways he does everything possible to make sure we are all taken care of.
I love that he has made me a Mama, something I always dreamed about. I love how we still argue over who gets to hold Gray, or feed him, or give him a bath, because we both can not get enough. I love that about him, that he adores his son. When he became a Dad I feel in love all over again.
So what was this post about? I guess just a really public way of reminding myself that my husband is kind, he is smart, he is important. I feel like I need to take time to do remember that because it seems in the shuffle sometimes I forget to tell him how great he is.
So babe, this post is for you. To me you are still that 16 year old boy in that hockey jacket. Grinning at me from across the room. You still make my heart flutter.