True Love - Part 1

 

Valentine's Day...

 

I remember when I was 13 and getting ready for the Sweethearts dance. I was in love with a boy named Jeremy Ashbeck and I just hoped and prayed and fretted that he would ask me to dance. Not just any dance mind you. A slow dance. And not just any song. The song had to be "Take My Breath Away" from Top Gun. It was my favorite song and the height of romance for my little 13 year-old mind.

 

At the dance, I practiced in my head over and over what I would do and say if Jeremy actually asked me to dance. I watched him out of the corner of my eye and of course every single one of my girlfriends stared at him for me and reported to the nth detail what he was doing and who he was talking to.

 

Finally.

Finally.

He came over and asked me to dance. I can only wonder at the courage of that then 13 year-old boy. To saunter over to a gaggle of girls and inquire politely if one of them would like to dance. I couldn't have done it. No way, no how.

 

But he did. And while I didn't swoon, I sure wanted to because just as he was leading me to the dance floor, my favorite song began to play.

Take my breath away.

 

In my bed later that night, I replayed every single moment of that night over and over and after the 59th time, I swore to myself that it had to be the most romantic thing that would ever happen to me.

 

At the ripe old age of 34 now, I still think back to that night and replay the whole breathlessness of the situation. I think about it and smile.

Jeremy Ashbeck certainly won my heart for that night but Mark, now Mark is the one who has won my heart for a lifetime.

 

I shared last year an example of how Mark knows just the right way to love me.

In case you missed that shining example, look here.

 

Valentine's Day...

 

I thought it was time to share another story of how Mark loves me like no other man can.

 

                          This next story takes place at the hospital.

My water had broke at home while I was laying down trying to get comfortable with the bowling ball in my stomach later to be know as Caleb. My bag had already been packed a week earlier and so we grabbed it and threw it into the car. Mark kept talking and we were both giddy with excitement at the thought that our baby was finally on the way.

Before the night was to be over, we would have vomit, spraying blood and gas. All different kinds of gas...




End of Part 1