Apparently he remembers exactly what I was wearing. I can’t say whether he was right or wrong because I don’t even remember myself. And, shamefully, I admit I don’t remember what he was wearing either. That could be the only thing I’ve forgotton about that night though. Our first date. Ten years ago today.
We’d met at church a couple years earlier, and had become very, very good friends. He distinctly remembers praying during the course of our friendship that I would find someone special to marry, not expecting that it would be him. I vividly recall thinking, blindly, that he was everything I’d ever prayed for in a husband, and fretting that I would never find someone just like him. It didn’t occur to me that I didn’t have to look any further.
Somewhere along the line we came to our senses, and Matt plucked up the courage to ask me out. I still remember the butterflies and the sense of anticipation as the evening drew closer. And the curiousity, the wonder, at how we’d got to this point. And the hesitation, questioning in my heart if we should leave a good thing alone. But a truly great thing was just beginning, and we’ve never looked back.
I still get butterflies and a sense of anticipation when I’m away from him too long. I’m no longer curious about how we got here, but blessed. And I am still filled with wonder and awe as I am reminded each day just how perfect he is for me, and how he is more than anything and everything I prayed for in a husband. I’m glad – oh so full of joy – that we didn’t hesitate, and leave a good thing alone. Who knew where a dinner for two very, very good friends would lead.
And here’s a pic to show you just how crazy we are and why we belong together. 🙂
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