This was my wedding day. All dressed up in brown. I'm sure I deserved not to get the white-gown 20,000$ treatment (we went to the JP)... but I am so glad God didn't skimp in the MAN department. He's as cute as he was then and still makes my stomach flutter when I look at him. Not to mention he's a super provider, father, coffee-maker, cook, researcher, ... and other things.
Be still my heart.
Anyway, a friend at my homeschool co-op asked us this morning to recant a story about when we were kidless and young adults. I've pretty much always been a young adult with my man. I was 19 when we met and barely 20 when we married. He's two years older than me (a fact I love to kid him about when I call him "old man"). Sixteen years later (next month), here we are... two kids and a third on the way... and not quite so skinny (but working on it in 2009).
We're still in love; and still crazy nerds that love to laugh together.
He's my best friend.
It was only fitting that I put him on day 2 of my 12 days of Christmas. This 2 is the best 2 I can think of.
So here's the story of Christmas past:
The year was 1992. It was our first year together and we traveled around to see everyone’s family at Christmas time. He had 2 sets of parents and so did I. We were both ONLY children, so we had to make it to all 4 in a matter of days. This began our tradition of spending Christmas on the road, drinking coffee and hot chocolate and listening to Christmas music as we covered the span of the state. In case you didn't know, Texas is a real big state. Car trips can be quite long. Things can get quite silly in the wee hours after three or four rounds of jingle bells and two cups of espresso. It used to be magical and fun - until the "old man" started falling asleep on me! Now the kids and I sing while Daddy snores.
This particular year, though, we got lost on the way to my grandma’s house and ended up driving through another town that took us nearly 2 hours out of the way. My family made fun of me forever.
That next Christmas, Kevin’s family gave me a compass. One of their traditions is to have a “Santa Banana” present under the tree each year and they usually give funny gag gifts to each person based on a story or silly thing they have done in their past.
Everyone had a good laugh at my expense. I have come to expect it. I live in a fog.
Oh, well – me getting a compass wasn’t as bad as him getting BEANO.
Moo-ry Christmas!
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On the 12th day of Christmas my true love gave to me, 12 long stemmed roses, 11 Car Washes, 10 gallons lead free, 9 Bars of Chocolate, 8 reims of paper, 7 Yoga classes, 6 Mocha Latte's, 5 Thomas Bagels, 4 ink cartridges, 3 Photo Magnets, 2 Blackberry Storms and a High Powered Desktop p.c.!
Aw, how sweet! You two look like you're about 14 & 12, though. It's fun looking back and reminiscing on those silly times.
Moory Christmas to you, too, my sweet bee friend!
love,
bunny
Love the hair, Heather! : ) It's really pretty!
You asked on my blog if the picture for my first day of Christmas post was mine-- it is! I like taking pictures (I have a Digi Rebel), but I don't get to do it often enough.
I'm enjoying scoping out photo ops here at home, though, for the meme!
I already have a cow, (SCORE!) but I wanted to say, YOU ARE THE CUTEST THING EVER! And your hair is beautiful. And big. :)
WOW! Look at that hair! 1992 was a good year! LOL!
Okay, I'll tell the story of our first Christmas together.
It was Christmas Eve and Griff and I had been married exactly one month. We were really looking forward to our first Christmas.
In an effort to make it special, I had decided I would start a Christmas tradition of homemade cinnamon rolls (I had NEVER made homemade bread before). I started making them on Christmas Eve so that I wouldn't have to do it Christmas morning. Griff was in the garage, putting my gift together.
About the same time that I realized that I had killed the yeast and there would be no cinnamon rolls, Griff came in, upset that a piece of my gift (a microwave cart I had admired) was broken.
We were both very bummed that it wasn't going very well, but knew we had to get out of this mood. We decided to go ahead and exchange our gifts. Since they were not wrapped yet, we sat back-to-back on the floor, wrapped a gift, turned around and exchanged, ooh'd and aah'd, then turned back around for the next gift. We had so much fun doing that.
I did remake the cinnamon rolls, successfully, but decided the tradition would only last one year. :)
Good memories. Thanks for helping me remember again. :)
Rhonda
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