Aaron and I met in 1996...we were set up by our two best friends. Who knew they were introducing me to my future husband, my best friend, my heart, my peace. Now...seeing as how we met in 1996...this means we dated in college...so our relationship was by no means perfect. We had some really good times in Nac...and some really bad times...and I am thankful for all of them. Because of the good and the bad...we know each other inside and out...there are no secrets...there are no surprises...we really do know everything about each other. When Aaron proposed to me, we were not really even technically dating...we were broken up. I had already graduated and moved back home...Aaron was finishing up school...and we had broken up before I left...and it was the only time I was at peace with one of our break ups...it was OK with me...I knew we didn't need to be together. We needed to find our own lives away from one another. Maybe it was OK because I knew we'd find our way back to one another. Both of us dated other people...which was completely frustrating...because there is nobody like Aaron...but I tried. Aaron called me one night and asked me why I was OK with everything the way it was...that I seemed different this time. I told him that I wasn't worried about it...I was giving us the space we needed...and when he was ready...we would be back together beacuse I knew I was supposed to be with him...and we would end up that way eventually. He said...you really feel that way? I said...yes...and he said well then...I love you...so what do you think about us getting married? And I said...uh...OK...and then had to go warn my parents that Aaron would be coming by to visit them:) Now this was an interesting conversation that went something like this...Mom, Dad...I know Aaron and I haven't been together for awhile...but we talked about it...and want to get married...so he's going to come by and ask your permission this weekend. To my surprise...they were completely supportive...and told me they would support us as long as he made me happy...that's all that was important. So when he did come by...my dad of course gave him the OK and told him that he was marrying a girl who could not cook...or manage money...thanks, Dad! HA! Truth hurts sometimes:) Aaron and I went from there to pick out our rings...I thought he was going to pass out that afternoon...but didn't! He held on to the rings and propsed to me at his house on Banita Street one of the weekends I went to visit him. We got married 3 months later...in a little chapel at the church I grew up in...and lived in 2 separate towns for the first 6 months of our marriage while he finished school. We have not had an argument in 9 years...not to say we haven't gotten frustrated with each other now and then...but have not fought over anything. I believe with all my heart that God made Aaron just for me...a gift...and he is proof of God's love for me. The last nine years have been the happiest of my life...there is not anything else I want out of this life...I am content. He makes me happy...he makes me feel loved...he makes me feel safe...he makes me proud. What more could a girl ask for?
Halloween!
11 years ago
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