Tuesday, February 10, 2009
My husband and I will be married 10 years in September.
That is unbelievable to me.
We met 12 years ago, through an private online southern gospel music chat room.
He lived in Georgia and I in Texas.
He had planned a trip to come and meet me face to face in late September 1997.
But, I couldn't wait. I convinced my mom to drive 15 hours on Labor Day Weekend to meet a stranger. Who for all we knew, could have been an ax murderer. But, he wasn't.
I pulled up in his driveway, got out of the car and began walking up the sidewalk. He came out the front door bounded down the steps and met me on the sidewalk.
He took me in his arms and kissed me on the head...and as they say....the rest is history.
It's been 12 wonderful years together. We have had our ups and downs, but we always come out the better for it. Our joys are doubled and our sorrows are halved.
I love him more today than I ever have. He knows me better than anyone. He knows me inside and out and loves me anyway; which amazes me.
He's my soft place to fall. He's the one I can vent to, and run to when everything goes wrong. He's the one I can celebrate with when everything goes right.
I don't have to love him..... I get to love him. And I will forever and a day!
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