Wednesday, January 23, 2008

My Best Friend

I thought I would introduce you to the people in my life, one by one. First would be my wonderful husband. I really don't remember not knowing him, or at least of him. He started going to my middle school in the 7th grade when his family moved here. I was in a Girl Scout troop that combined with his Boy Scout troop to go on camping trips and other outings. He was always the kind of guy that all the girls were interested in. In High School we worked together at McDonald's. We became good friends. In fact he was my best guy friend. I didn't have any interest in him other than just being friends. I had a boyfriend and he had a girlfriend. All of my friends wanted to date him. He was one of the lucky guys who could grow a moustache at 16. Believe me, back in the 70's, that was a big deal. Because I was a friend of his, my friends always tried to get me to get him to ask them out. My boyfriend, decided that he didn't want me to be friends with another guy and constantly accused me of having more than friendship in mind with him. Well, if you tell someone something enough....they begin to believe it. On Graduation night we had our first date and as they say "The rest is History."

We dated for 2.5 years and were married in November of 1978. We were both 20 years old. Nowdays, two 20 year olds would have the deck stacked against them, but somehow we've made it. We credit that to our love and faith in our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.

My husband is the most honest person I've ever met. He has integrity even when no one else is looking. He loves Jesus and his family and puts those loves above all else. He is level headed when I am freaking out. He sees things in black and white when I know they are grey. He can be too serious and complains that I don't take things serious enough. He is a neat freak and I like things clean. The difference here would be that I don't care to eat off of the floor and he just wants to know that he can. He is frugal (in a good way) and I always say that you can't take it with you. He plans and researches EVERYTHING and then he plans and researches them some more. I am more spontaneous and impulsive. He is more romantic than I am and kinder than I am. If he says he is going to do something he means it. He has had the same career, in public service, for 28 years. He loves his job and is good at it. He has been the perfect provider for his family, which allowed me to stay home and raise the children. He was a wonderful, consistent parent. Both reasonable and fair. Our nest is empty now, but he will still drop everything if one of his children needs something. He is proud of both of his children. One is daddy's little girl and the our son is dad's pride and joy. His desk at work is filled with pictures of all of us. He likes to pretend that he isn't totally enamored with both of his children and now his grandson, but I don't think anyone is falling for it. The way he looks at our grandson, and our grandson at him, pretty much says it all. He is my best friend, my soul mate and I can't imagine my life without him.

2 comments:

Lori said...

I kind of like him, too.

Jon said...

Its hard to imagine all the girls liking dad, with his long hair and hippie head band. You were all a bunch of weirdos back then...I know, my kids will say the same thing.