I met my hubby when I was 16. He had grew up with my best friend and when he transfered schools she introduced us. We came from two totally different worlds. He was a bad ass with an attitude. I was quiet and reserved. He wore cowboy boots (or as we call them his shit kickers) and whenever I would hear him coming down the hall I would look up to get a glimpse of him. I would make my best friend go talk to him just so I could walk up there with her. I got nervous any time I was around him. I told her that one day I would marry that boy.
I went to work at Dairy Queen. He would come him with his friends or through the drive thru (that’s where I was stationed). He would make my day. Then he decided to ask a friend of mine out. Oh hell yeah he did. She talked to him a couple of times on the phone (knowing that I was crushing on him) and decided he wasn’t her type because he hated cats. I told her to give him my number.
My daddy was strict on guys calling and only one could call me (he had been calling me since we were in the 2nd grade). So I tell her to inform him that when he calls if anyone asks he’s Matt. And he did. I will never forget the day he called me. I was eating a BLT watching Days of Our Lives. He had called me from a store in town and two of his buddies were with him. I was in heaven. And he never called me back.
When I left home, I was determined to see him. So I called him. It took me two weeks to get in touch with him. But it was worth the wait. He came to my grandmother’s place and as soon as he walked in, I laid the biggest kiss on him.
Because my grandmother was in failing health, I didn’t go out with him for almost a month. He would come and sit with me and her. We were inseparable. I loved being with him. He brought me a single rose on my birthday and I knew at that moment that I loved him.
The night he proposed to me, we were in his room (I had moved in with him and his parents, cheesy I know). The song “Don’t you know that you are a shooting star ” by Bad Company came on. He danced with me. He sang to me. And asked me to marry him. I was ecstatic and said “yes”.
Over the years, I think we have drifted apart. But tonight proved me wrong. We were coming back from town and I was silently thinking of the old days when we seemed so in love. And how much I missed him not dancing with me or singing to me.
The girls had the music going and that one song came on.
He danced with me.
He sang to me.
And I knew at that moment that no matter how much we have going on in our lives, he still loves me. I am still his baby girl. I am still his Short Stuff. We are approaching the 14 year mark in January. And it’s taken me this long to realize that I love him just as much, if not more, now than I did 15 years ago. And in 15 more years, I will love him even more than I do today.
***EDIT*** Hahaha He left me a comment.
5 Responses to “He still loves me”
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Okay, it’s official…I am in love with your husband. But not in a creepy, better call the law doggies way, but in the ‘awww, he’s so cute’ way.
You’re more than husband and wife–you’re best friends. That’s what I had once.
Keep them logs on the fire.
AND by the way, “Shooting Star” is one of my favorite songs that I sing to myself when I’m feelin’ kinda down.
Brings back good memories.
I love reading your blog! Gives me good feelings.
And keeps me from pimp slapping my roommates.
You’re my very own intervention.
BUSTED, lol now honey you know i look at these pages once in awhile, and i do love ya very much. You guys and gals just dont understand she works as a webmaster and im the tech support ,when i can get it together to do it, but she is my short stuff as i use to call her, and still is my sweet baby . sassy keep up the good work and remember how much i love ya baby.
Owww this is so romantic! I have read so many blog posts and I think this is one of the unforgetable ones!
You two are just the sweetest!
*sob*
*sniff*
That is about the sweetest thing I’ve read in weeks.