Today is my birthday.
One year older. But wiser? Not so sure.
Last night we went out to celebrate.
Just me and my man. No kids. No diaper bags. No strollers.
No waiting for the hostess’ mouth to fall open at “table for 10 please.”
It was just the two of us.
We had a lot to celebrate.
Last week was his birthday.
Today is my birthday.
And tomorrow marks 13 years since the day we met.
bar dance hall.
Evidently he spotted me across the room. In my cowboy hat and ridiculously tight Rockies.
It was a country western bar, folks. In the middle of Texas. And I was working a 13 stall barn in my back yard during the day, so I was sort of a cowgirl.
And it was 1997. Need I say more?
Anyways, he asked me to dance.
And I said yes, as I did most offers to dance at that dance hall. I love two-stepping. And it was the kind of place where dancing was just that. Dancing.
This particular song turned out to be a waltz. Which wasn’t my favorite step, honestly. But the song was a great one, I love me some George Straight.
You Look So Good In Love, to be exact.
So we danced.
He was out to impress and worked hard to show off his waltzing skills. I, however, wasn’t interested in his skills. I just wanted to dance. And so when I asked him to take smaller steps, and he, er, didn’t comply, I politely declined his offer to dance a second song.
And I walked off the dance floor.
Because, I wasn’t looking for a husband.
I wasn’t looking for a boyfriend.
I wasn’t even looking for a date.
Chris was in town for a week, visiting a college buddy. This friend had watched from the sidelines at the ‘swing and miss’ and thought it was probably time to leave.
Chris didn’t think so.
He walked up to our big group of ladies and asked me again. This time much more humbly.
And I’ve been saying yes to him ever since.
We went on a few more dates together. When I could manage a babysitter.
Then he went home, far away. 22 hours by car.
He wrote me letters.
He called me every day.
My girlfriends thought it was crazy. That he was ‘too good to be true’. That I was nuts for even believing that our relationship might actually become something.
Two weeks after he left, he told me that whenever I was ready, he wanted to marry me.
As only God could fashion, Chris was called up for a 45 day-stay at a training base. Three hours from me.
He drove in every weekend. And he’d take me dancing.
He got out of the truck into the cold December night and got down on one knee.
And asked me to marry him.
And that’s where our love story really begins.
This is going to stand in for my usual Sunday Snapshot this week. Because it’s my birthday, and I can do that if I want to, right?
So, link up when you’re ready…. the inlinkz will be open now through Monday night to account for the holiday weekend. Hope you all have some wonderful plans to celebrate the 4th of July, I know we’ll be watching lots of fireworks and eating lots of bbq and potato salad, if things go my way 😉
My favorite Snapshot from last week was Nancy’s from Ordinary Miracles and the Crazy 8. About her oldest daughter, her post was lovely, and beautifully transparent. And there is some seriously cool sun-flare goin’ on in her pictures.