Flashback Friday

This month will make seven years of marriage.......Sadly I can not tell you about the first time we met. It was so awe inspiring neither one of us can remember it. We can remember that at the very beginning we didn't really like another. Here is what I can tell you........

I was sitting in my best friends bedroom doing what any normal American teenager does, absolutely nothing. I am sure Jenny and I were sitting around listening to music and gossiping about some girl when her mom brought us some mail. You see our church was without a pastor and they were bringing someone in view of a call, not very interesting things to a couple of fourteen year old girls. That is until we got further along in the letter to find out that this family had five boys, five. Oh man were we ever excited, Jenny and I were a little boy crazy; I believe my exact word were "Yes, fresh meat!" a little embarrassing to admit but true. Little did we know that in just four short years I would be marrying one of those boys and thus making myself the happiest woman in the world.

Ya know, now that I think about it it's only fitting that I can't remember the first time we met. For me it feels like "Jeffie" has always been a part of my life, a part of me. He was always there with a shoulder to cry on, a listening ear and of course with some joke to cheer me up. He listened to all my stories about kids from work. I knew he was really listening because just by hearing the antics in the story he could tell which kid I was talking about. We could go weeks without talking to one another but slip right back into being us like we had only been apart long enough to get a drink, a Dr Pepper in Jeff's case. He was the one I needed to call when the world seemed unfair, the computer was broken ;) or when I got lost on a rainy night buying shoes to go to Prom with another boy, the one to go with me the day I chased old ghost. He was my Jeff, my everything, I just hadn't let myself know it yet.