Day 3- Relationship with my Spouse

     Well, I missed a day because I was a little preoccupied with taking my State Boards for my Registered Nurse Licensing…what a stressful and absolutely exhausting ordeal!
    Anyways, I'm back home and a little less exhausted so I figured I would start on Day 3 which reads,  "Describe your relationship with your spouse. " Which is an interesting one because I've never really had to describe our relationship (well except for once, and since I was pretty surprised by the question I said…well, umm we're married….)  Not really very eloquent, huh?!   So maybe today I will be able to do a little better….I'm never afraid to give it a shot!   

     
     So, I guess I should probably give you some background information about How I Met Your Father, (since HIMYM is about to go off the air, if anyone wants to suggest that I write a new television series, at least I can spin off of one of the greatest shows to hit prime time TV since Friends.  (and on a side note, Jay and I are actually quite similar to Marshal and Lilly, and we even have our very own Ted….We even used to have our very own Robin, and I can't really say we have a Barney….) Regardless, I guess I just started describing my relationship with your Dad, with out even introducing how we met…(and you'll probably never watch HIMYM when you get older so that was pretty pointless)  End Rabbit Trail Here.
     
     Ok, ANYWAYS.  I was 13. Your Dad was 15 and we both so happened to be at the San Angelo Relays (I hope you get to compete in them in High School).  The San Angelo Relays are one of the bigger track meets hosted in the area and it was no surprise that your Dad was there (he was almost as good in Track as he was in football in my opinion).  I was there with my friend who was "dating" a guy on your Dad's track team.  Well like all West Texas Springs, the temperature went from a nice 70's day to about a 50 degree evening and I was freezing cold and had borrowed a letterman jacket from the boy my friend and I had gone to watch compete.  Well, after a while we were walking around when your Dad, (mind you, he was already almost 6 ft tall and pretty intimidating  good looking) comes and taps me on the shoulder and all but accuses me of stealing the letterman jacket I was wearing.  I was pretty mortified…and kinda sorta  freaked out and excited that this cute older boy was talking to me.   But, I never really talked to him again until a couple of years later…fast forward about 2 years…. Your Dad and I both went to Youth at Glen Meadows Baptist Church.  He was much cooler than he had been at 15, and had a girlfriend that was always super super sweet to me.  After church we would all go to Rosa's and hang out…and eventually that lead to our group of friends growing over the years.   
      When I got to High School, your dad was a senior, at Wall and I was a Sophomore at Central. Just about every weekend of the next three years of my life, were spent in Wall hanging out with your Uncle Cory, Shay, and your Dad.  Over those three years your Dad and I became really really good friends. He always jokes that he realized I was the girl he wanted to marry when my friend Mark brought him to my house and asked me to make some sandwiches and I sweetly obliged.  During those 3 years your Dad and I both dated other people, but always seemed to be each other's shoulder to cry on. It wasn't always easy being friends with each other, but no matter what we were always there for each other.  About the time I moved off to College your Dad and I had kind of lost touch… over the next few years we seemed to be rare acquaintances rather than best friends. 
     Fast forward to July of 2010.  I was living in Lubbock, working as a Nanny and preparing to go back to Tech to finish school.  I had gone to San Angelo and had hoped to meet up with your Dad, but unfortunately we didn't get to see each other. He "facebook" messaged me a couple of days later and then decided he needed to have a serious conversation with me.  He told me that he had always been in love with me and was hoping to see if I might take a chance on him….greatest decision I ever made.  I moved back to San Angelo that summer, and started school at ASU.  By September, I knew your Dad and I would be getting married soon.  By March he had Proposed, and we were married in October of 2011.    
      While you're probably thinking that was a long story and had nothing to do with what this post was supposed to be about, I can tell you, you're wrong.   In order for you to understand the relationship I have with your Dad you have to realize where we started.  Kid(s), your dad, is my VERY best friend in the whole entire world.  He has taught me so much over the past 11 years!  He has never excluded me from the things he loves, we hunt, fish, and watch sports together.  He has supported me and helped me grow and evolve into a wife and a mother.  He is the leader of this household.  He has ALWAYS reminded me to lean on God and my faith when times get hard, and in return, he has taught me to lean on him.  Before I dated your Dad, I was a stubborn, independent, self sufficient gal.  I had been hurt a lot in the past and I had a really hard time trusting people, but your Dad took his time and proved to me that I could depend on him.  He always tries to protect me, encourage me, and be there for me.  He's quite the guy kid(s), but I'm sure y'all already know that.  He's kind, hardworking, and always laughs at my silliness.  I think thats my favorite part of my relationship with your Dad… he makes me laugh and laughs with me when I'm just being really REALLY silly.   He always goes along with my random escapades.  Whether its dancing in the kitchen when I'm cooking, or making a pallet of pillows and blankets and the air mattress for movie night in the living room…  
       Your Dad does a lot of the stuff that the media tells you is part of being a good husband; holding my hand in the car, opening car doors for me, carrying in the groceries, and bringing me soup when I'm sick…sometimes when he knows I'm really upset with him, he even brings me flowers!  But, he's also a real man that has flaws.  He sometimes forgets to get me a birthday card, or lets Valentine's Day slip by…but thats life.  Sometimes I'm too tired to have a hot meal waiting for him to eat when he comes home, or I forget to make his breakfast before work… but we forgive each other and love each other everyday! 
     Truth is, we've always had a lot of fu together…ever since we became friends.  But, in the past few years we've done a lot of growing up (I've kind of had to kick his butt in gear, but your Dad is WAY more laid back then me.)  We've gotten married, had Jaxon, bought a house, started working on making that house our home, had a career change (Dad) and a career beginning (Mom, after I graduated College, which I couldn't have done without your Dad).  We've learned a lot about life, ourselves, each other, being parents, and about how priceless our family is.  Your Dad and I's relationship is probably something I can't really put into words…sometimes, I don't know how to explain it myself.  We had a close family friend come up to us weeks before our wedding just gushing about how much she could tell we were in love and how "meant to be" we are.  I still think your Dad is my soul mate (even though when you grow up I'm hoping you realize that even marrying your soul mate means having to work a marriage).  I love that he and I got to give a part of us to you… that's why I love you (all) so much!  You have a good mix of all of your Dads great qualities, a lot of mine, and a few of our favorite bad habits.  We probably won't ever be perfect role models for how marriage, and life are "supposed" to be but I hope we can guide you to see what marriage and life can be when you nurture and invest in your relationship.

Until Next Time, 

Peace, Love and Holding Hands