I can’t imagine starting this blog without telling you how I
met (and married) the man of my dreams.
It was another Sunday afternoon at the
YMCA, watching all 3 of my brothers play basketball in a men's league they were
on together. I loved watching my
brothers play, and it gave my sweet little 3 year old baby a chance to play
with his cousins too!
But on THIS Sunday, they had picked up
a new player. He was tall . . . 6'7'' to be exact . . . and so incredibly hot,
that I leaned over and asked my sister-in-law who the “hot guy” was.
I loved that he seemed to be friends
with all 3 of my brothers and wondered why I had never met him.
Turns out, he was a good friend of my
oldest brother, so I asked my brother about him and his response to me was
"No, you are not dating one of my friends, because if you break up, it will
be awkward for me!’
Well, if you know me at all, you know
I’m tenacious, and I don't give up easily!
(I looked up the word tenacious because I didn’t want to say I was
stubborn! HA!)
So you can bet I had my little self in
those bleachers every Sunday after that until FINALLY,
MONTHS
LATER
he asked me out. (That boy was sloooowwww)
Three years later, we said “I do!”
He was and is everything I dreamed of
(and not just the tall, dark and handsome part!) He loves my family, my friends, and
Jesus. He loved my sweet baby boy, “D”,
right from the start, and eventually adopted him as his own.
From my side of the fence, I think God
saved this man for me. He’s not perfect,
but he’s perfect for me.
What a sweet story. I don't think you told me this story before. Or maybe I just never asked! Funny how the Lord puts people together!
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I could have told you he was slow. But he is a good guy just the same. Glad you kept coming back to
ReplyDeletewatch them play ball.