Nine years ago, in the early summer of '08, I moved into my first "little home" (a duplex with weird, extremely rude neighbors). He helped me move. He picked up my dryer & hooked it up, and stopped by when he found out my washer flooded my laundry closet.
For the next two months we started hanging out 'round the clock: taco bell dinners, church activities, bowling, coffee chats & guitar time.
As summer neared it's end, he asked to make it official. I said yes, and the rest is history.
And every year, as the end of summer tangles with the beginning of fall, I feel that crisp newness. It's all the memories coming back. All the sweet stories, the fun times.
I found a stack of pictures from our dating days, and carefully put them into a little photo album.
"That's my mommy and daddy!" Evie exclaims with each picture. Ella, gets equally excited, yell's "Josh, Josh" at each one. It makes me all sappy silly inside.
This week may not be filled with romantic dates (I've had a stomach bug, Josh is working like crazy, and then all the little things that daily life entails...you know ;)), but goodness is it filled with the wonderful satisfaction that I am with the right one. He is good, kind, handsome and faithful.
I love him so much more now than I did then.
