Day 3 - Your first love...
I was 21 years old and had never had a boyfriend before. I hadn't even been on a date before. You know, sweet 16 and never been kissed is a lovely thing. Sweet 21 and never been kissed is down right embarrassing! But because God has been orchestrating my life since the womb, I don't argue with His methods.
Anyways, I was 21 years old. At church I noticed a young man sitting next to my father in the choir. My father informed me that his name was Dwayne. I asked my Dad how old he was because he looked young enough to be in our youth group, which I was very involved in. Everything happened very fast after that. Talking with Dwayne for the first time, he expressed an interest in helping out with the youth group, so the following week my friend Melissa (Hi Melissa!) and I met with him.
That meeting was amazing, I will never forget it. We laughed until we cried, about silly things. And I had no attraction to Dwayne in that moment except for the fact that he seemed to be everything I ever thought a husband of mine would be. He played the guitar, I was learning to play the guitar. He sang, I sang. He played the flute, I played the flute. He had 5 younger brothers and sisters, two of them babies at the time, and he took care of them for his parents all the time. To me that was one of the greatest qualities a young man could have. And he had a really nice bum. Sorry but I noticed that right away.
Anyways... this entry could get very long if I shared all the details, so long story short:
In March of 1991 I met Dwayne
In June of 1991 we started dating
In October of 1991 he asked me to marry him
And in February of 1992 we became one...
I hadn't even known him an entire year yet.
We have now been married for 18 years, 8 months and 5 days. And marriage has been the biggest challange of my life. It's hard work. And we have been through alot together. But he truly is half of me in another body. I would not be whole without him. He is my first and last love.
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