For a super nerd, I was quite cute:
Check out those muscles! Farm girl, remember? My now husband, then unrecognized classmate, was also a farm child. We had been acquaintances for years, and nothing more than that. However, in AP environmental science apparently I sparked his interest. I really had little idea he even existed other than this giant dweeb that insisted on talking about things he didn't understand to try and get some attention.
During high school, I worked part time at a local bank. Cowboy used this knowledge against me. He sent me flowers weekly, and came by even more often just hoping that he would manipulate or convince me into going on a date with him. After weeks of this, and some skillful encouragement from one of my coworkers, I agreed to oblige him. I thought if I finally went out with him he would leave me alone. Damn - was this getting annoying. I had bigger fish to fry, and no interest in this wannabe smarty pants. Some love story right? I promise the love is coming.
We went over to his house where I met his parents (more about that later). My judgment had been proved wrong. So wrong. He was the sweetest, most genuine, honest, chivalrous man. He opened the doors for me. He took a genuine interest in me. He was so perfectly sweet. And he loved that I could chunk hay bales around with the best of them. (Thanks, Poppa!)
I went to bed that night thanking God that he had shown me someone who I just knew was going to make a difference in my life. I still to this day thank him for giving me Cowboy. We continued dating, days to turned into weeks, and weeks into months, and before we knew it we were graduating high school. We went our separate ways - I to Fayetteville, he to Arkadelphia. It didn't last long. The separation made us both realize how much we loved each other and the time we spent together. Did I mention that this boy asked me if he could hold my hand before he ever did? [insert adoring "awes" here] In December, he moved to Fayetteville to be with me.
At this point he had probably joked about proposal about 3,271 times. Seriously. He had really asked me to marry him twice. I suppose the third time is a charm. Don't get me wrong, I had never told him no - just to wait. To be patient. This is not his virtue. We were married in April of 2008,
and got pregnant in October.
Ryanne was born in July of 2009 - and she is perfect in every way.
Okay, so I gave you a more condensed version as I got closer to the end, but I'll share more details later. Long story short - I have the most amazing husband on the planet. You should be jealous. God has blessed us both by letting us be married to our best friends, and also by giving us a wonderful, happy, healthy daughter that shares happiness that words cannot explain.
