Growing up, all the boys I dated were the same type. Tall, athletic, brunette, jerks. Okay, maybe they weren't all jerks, we were just young and didn't know any better. When I met Luke, I was just about to graduate and go off to college and I was in no mood to settle for the boy back home. So my first year off at school we talked here and there but I was not interested in anything serious. After all, I had this big life I was gonna conquer far away from Alexis, NC and, he still kinda had a girlfriend.
Fast forward 10 years and here I sit, on my dream couch, in my dream house, with my dream yard, married to my dream husband. Of 5 years. Today, in fact. And guess where I am? About three minutes from where I grew up, in Alexis. I've managed to live just about my whole life in the same 3 mile radius. Now that I'm back, I can't imagine being anywhere else.
I'm getting off topic. This post is actually about Luke, not me and my inability to keep my angry 18 year old promises. The thing about Luke is, I honestly never saw him coming. He was nothing like my old boyfriends. He called every day right when he said he would. He drove 600 miles a weekend to spend 36 hours with me. He wove himself so tight into the fabric of my life that I can't remember where he ends and I begin most of the time. He has devoted himself to us and our life and is the hardest working person I've ever met. He was and still is the best decision I ever could have made for myself. I don't know who I would be if it wasn't for him.
Long story short, we don't always know what's best for us and I'm really thankful for that. Left to my own devices who knows where I would have wound up and what I would've dated. God put exactly who I needed in my life exactly when I needed him. Amen, Hallelujah for that.
So here's to you babe, for always being the steady in my hurricane and for loving me the way you do. 5 down, 80 to go. Then maybe you can hunt down Sandra Bullock. :)
All my love, forever.