18 yrs ago today Craig and I walked down the isle. I am sure when he was looking for his dream girl, he had more then red hair and a large chest (yes that was what qualified me) in his head. I am 100% sure she, did not have Pantera and Type O Negative screaming from the speakers of her stereo, loved the idea of farming, could drive a tractor, loved pick up trucks and dreamed of a life on the farm. I did have a truck, he about died when they repossessed that bad boy. (I was pretty bad with money..... who are we kidding, I still am) Instead he got a wild child, who was a hot mess; jealous, moody, stubborn, always right, total slob, wanted to sleep all day, and could careless about cleaning the house. Thank goodness at 9 yrs his junior I was pretty cute or I am really, really sure he would have walked away. More then once I am sure he wanted to. I sure was not looking for 62 of farm boy, who thought denim and denim went together, had no desire to ever leave this horrible state we live in, had no cares to ever see the ocean and woke up at 6am even on his days off (I told him I would break him of that; that one I won) Sometimes prince charming isnt who we think. Sometimes he rolls up in a Chevy pick up and wrangler jeans and rescues the girl, who didnt know she needed saving. The road has always been hard, and we have taken for better or worse, in sickness and health and rode that gravy train with biscuit wheels all the way from richer right down to poorer. There were times we both wanted to throw in the towel, and once we almost did. I thank God for Shirley Rakestraw with her words of advice that I still hear in my head. Dont fall out of love at the same time, one of you always has to be willing to fight for the other, because you are not going to like him, much less love him every day for the rest of your lives. But when you have patience and wait it out, when you come out on the other side, it is worth every second. That woman was smart. And one day we both grew up, realized we were two pieces of the same puzzle, quit fighting and started living. There is no other person who has loved me more; fat, mean, moody, crying and having a fit because I had to get up and go to work, emotional, sick, pregnant, falling apart, it doesnt matter he has always had my back. He has supported me through some really dumb ideas I have had. He is my biggest cheerleader and has more faith in me then I deserve. He is my best-friend, greatest lover, and man of my dream, even when I didnt know it. Thank you for every lesson, bump, scrape, every high, every low, for supporting me, for picking me up when I fall, and never telling me you dont believe in me, even if my ideas are ridiculous. I would love to think the next 18 will be less eventful, but God seems to have a lot of confidence in our ability to cope and deal with disaster, so I dont know if life will ever be less stressful. But together we got this! I hope you know how much I love you, and I am so thankful we have stuck it out. https://youtube/watch?v=oZisx1aNmS4
Posted on: Sat, 29 Mar 2014 13:22:02 +0000
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