Ok ladies! Time for Chapter Two… The Delight of Loving My Husband.
**try to ignore me as a growl, drag my feet, and be a reluctant daughter**
Just like last week I’ll have the questions up at the Blog Frog Community. I think I’ll do them all in one post though instead of daily questions. Let me know which one you prefer!
This is the first edition of a new blog series called “Just 10 Things”. I will be posting weekly and putting next weeks theme at the end of the post in case you want to join in!
I should have slept more.
I should have read my Bible more.
I should have taken time to exercise, more than just the Friday dance session.
I should have paid more attention to my to do list and less attention to those rabbits and their trails.
I should have taken more time in the shower… just because it was quiet and I was alone- twice.
I should have worked harder to lower my voice.
I should have trusted that I could turn off the phone and it would be okay.
I should have remembered the debt monster when the Schwan’s man showed up…spent way too much.
I should have written that guest blog post better. It sucks, I can’t take it back, and it’s all because of #1.
I should have sat in the recliner with hubby longer and kept dancing in the kitchen with him while I had the chance.
Next week’s theme: Just 10 things I accomplished this week.
Won’t you join me? Leave a comment and a link for this week. On Saturday I’ll post mine for the new question. If there are enough participants then I’ll set up a linky!!
On October 1st, 1996, I went to a friends house with one of my girlfriends to have a beer and complain about my ex. HE welcomed us in and introduced us to two of his friends. One of them was Mr. B.
At approximately 2 a.m. on November 2nd, 1996, I asked Mr. B to officially be my boyfriend.
He said okay.
Ten minutes later I asked him if he’d marry me.
He said he’d been wanting to ask me that for the past two weeks.
Mid May 1997, I baked him a chocolate cake and cooked our favorite frozen pizza (we were poor as dirt doggonit), and asked him if we could move the date up a year or so.
He said okay.
And on June 7th, 1997 we made it official. No one has seen these pictures in a long, long time.
There were no digital cameras. There were no limos. There was moonshine. There were tents in the yard (for family). There was a bonfire. My mom was my Maid of Honor. On his grandmother’s front steps, so she could attend the ceremony, and quickly retreat to her bed (she was undergoing chemo).
(he looks a bit devilish there doesn’t he?)
Dear Mr. B,
I loved you then. I love you now. Faults and all. I love our fights. I love our making up. I love the hand holding. I love the getting lost in your eyes (still!) standing in line at Walmart. I love that you said yes.