
Today 15 years ago I married my Lovey. It was the best day of my life. the first time I saw my lovey was in our senior english class. He walked in and I turned to my friend and said "don't we know him?" She said no. I then turned to her and said "I'm going to marry that guy!" she laughed, and I didn't know where that came from. He was HOT!!! He had the biggest eyes. That was the first thing I noticed about him. When I started asking about him I soon found out that he had a girlfriend. I didn't care I proceeded to ask him out. We only went out 1 time before his mission. After his mission I asked him out just about every weekend. He never asked me out until the following year. And the first date he asked me out on we talked about marriage. I ran home and told my mom all about it! We were engaged in March and married June 17, 1994. Ever since then it has been fun, stressful, up and down, exciting, and full of memories! I love everything about him. I love how he smells, how he walks, his eyes, and he has a nice set of cheeks and I am not talking the ones on his face! He has a strong testimony of the church and magnifies his calling a little too well. He is one of the hardest workers that I know. He is up there with my dad and brothers. Every night before he goes to bed he checks on all the kids and gives them a kiss before he goes to bed. He even sometimes lays beside them when they are sleeping or before they go to sleep. I have had to wake him up many nights because he has fallen asleep with them. He is a great dad! He is currently in his masters program trying to get 2 masters degrees and works 12 or more hours a day for our family and then goes to school. He is a wonderful provider. I get excited when I hear him coming in the door. I miss him when he leaves for work and can't wait for him to get home. He used to have a dodge truck (that would rumble) and I would listen for his truck and when I heard him coming I would yell "Dad's home" and everyone would get excited and they still do. Although now he has a ford hybrid and I can't hear the dang thing! I still get excited when I hear his keys in the door. He makes me feel at ease and less stressed. I love my lover! He is everything I wanted in a husband and then some. Now some of you may be reading this gagging, I am not professing that my husband is perfect because he is not perfect nor is our marriage, but with everyday stuggles and life I love him more and respect him more and more and think more highly of him. The advice my mom gave me a long time ago is "go on dates with your husband. Every week spend time with him, because when the kids are all gone you don't want to turn to him and say we don't have anything in common anymore."
I call him my lovey or lover because there are times that I have to remind myself that he is my lover. He is my lover my lovey my love always. I love him and everything about him and I am grateful that I have him in my life. I wouldn't know what I would do if I didn't have him. Life would be boring and dull. He makes my life full and interesting.I am happy that he is my lovey! I thank heavenly father every day for blessing me with such a wonderful man. Thank you lovey. Happy anniversary!




