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. 🙂

“The Wife in the Arena”

Sometimes I dig around my writing files and find strange stuff that makes me realize how weird I am.

Example: Teddy Roosevelt’s ‘Man in the Arena’ speech from 1910.. turned into ‘Wife in the Arena’… I’m gonna go out on a limb here and assume I typed this for my awesome wife on our Anniversary and then did something more normal instead like a ‘My wife rocks’ post on Facebook with a cutesy wedding picture.

Enjoy.

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“It is not the critic who counts; not the single friend who points out how the married woman stumbles, or where the single woman could have done better.

The credit belongs to the woman who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by sweat and blood and smears of yellow baby poop; who strives valiantly; who errs, who burns dinner and shrinks her husband’s shirts again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to please the husband and care for her family; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends themselves in the worthy cause of femininity; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if she fails, at least fails while loving greatly, so that her place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who live alone with numerous cats, drinking wine from boxes, and sobbing silently into their pints of ice cream while watching romantic comedies.”

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Anyways. My wife is pretty awesome… and I’m grateful I was picked over all the other better looking dudes out there.

(There’s something to be said for the big, ugly guy with charisma and a self deprecating sense of humor.)

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1999. When I was sooo handsome.. (All the old ladies at church told me so!)

My wife and I went to the same High school, but I didn’t know her until… something like 10 years later. I actually graduated with her brother, but had no idea he even had a sister. Much less a hot one.

A true shame.

Because in her senior year and my sophomore year (Haaayyy older ladies!), there would have been no way she could have rejected me.

I was at the pinnacle of male perfection. The embodiment of masculinity with the Adonis of physiques…

She would have swooned so hard.

Behold, the two of us in 1999:

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Anyways. We grew up. (I learned to breathe through my nose, but my big head stayed big.)

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