Happy 10 years, babe.

10 years ago today, I met my wife.

It was a blind date set up by a mutual friend. And I didn’t want to go, but I did because I was told she’d was really hot.

And she was.

But, surprisingly, she was equally awesome and we hit it off for the next couple of hours.

That night, as the bar was closing and we were going our separate ways, I stealthily snapped a creepy picture of her so I could show my friends the hot chick I’d just met. (She’s on the right, the goofball on the left hugging someone off screen is the friend who introduced us. Hi Felicia!)

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Anywho – The very next day I texted her and asked if I really need to wait three days to call her as society suggests, or if I could just go ahead and call her now. Ironically, I think we texted each other for hours that night instead of actually talking… Ah the late 2000’s were such an odd time.

Anyways. We went to get ice cream after that and I met her son… who was the coolest three year old on the planet at the time. He played with a Little Einsteen’s Rocketship toy and laughed hysterically at every car that drove past us in the rain.

And apparently, she liked me too because she was all googly-eyed for me. (It was all personality… because literally all I had at the moment to my name was my charisma, self-confidence, ego, and silly grin.)

So, we goofed off for a bit.

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Four wheeled a bit… in the rain. (Yup, we’re Jeep peoples.)

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Dressed up together a bit.

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Then we got engaged at a Marine Corps balls. But not publicly like some folks do, instead I asked her in the hotel room before hand in private. To which she immediately responded with a very enthusiastic, “Are ya sure?”

-sigh-

Well, I was until that moment.

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But of course a moment later she said yes.

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Then, a few months later, we were married. (It was not a shotgun wedding, we just needed to get married quickly for insurance purposes… and gee… that sounds kind of bad too. It’s a long, amusing story though. But in a way, thanks Obama for forcing us to get married in Feb instead of the FALL LIKE WE WANTED!)

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And now we’re a bit older.

We’ve four kids now, including our two dogs who are every bit as high maintenance as our human children. We have a nice house, successful careers, wrinkles, grays, and all that comes with the aging of time and experience. But I’m pretty sure we became best friends that night we met, because we haven’t stop being each other’s better halves ever since.

She’s sweet, patient, peaceful, pretty… I’m ugly, angry, pro-violence… Just kidding, partly. But we get along great. And of course, that’s because we base our love for each other on the greatest love story ever told.

Which is Christ’s love and sacrifice for us.

“Set me as a seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your arm, for love is strong as death, jealousy is fierce as the grave. Its flashes are flashes of fire, the very flame of the LORD. Many waters cannot quench love, neither can floods drown it. If a man offered for love all the wealth of his house, he would be utterly despised.” Song of Solomon 8:6-7

“With all humility and gentleness, with patience, bearing with one another in love, eager to maintain the unity of the Spirit in the bond of peace.” Ephesians 4:2-3

So, happy ten years to us, gorgeous.

Let’s pop a bottle and drink some bubbly responsibly. 🙂

Published by 'Tracer' Testerman

"Witty. Humorous. Slightly obnoxious."

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