I've been a bad, bad blogger! I just realized my last post was March 3, which means I have not yet blogged for my hubby's birthday! While I’m guessing all of the people that read my blog, all two of you that is (Hi Mom, Hi Grandma Laura!) know and love my hubby, I still think he deserves a birthday post!
Of course, the way I view Blake is a little differently than either of my readers, so this will give you insight into how crazy I am about this amazing guy. Blake is my favorite person in the entire world, so this could be a long one, and it will definitely be mushy. I’ll start at the very beginning, a very good place to start (bonus points if you can name that song).
The idea of Blake has been with me for as long as I can remember. From the very beginning, God placed a desire in my heart, head and every other part, for a brilliant, Christian husband, who would love and cherish me, and give me butterflies. One that would sweep me off my feet and carry me off into the sunset. Raise children by my side, and of course, help with ironing and moping- my two least favorite household chores.
I can remember my bff, Jessica, and I, sitting in my parents house, dreaming about our amazing future husbands, making our “lists” of must-haves, wants, and absolutely nots (yes, I know nots is not a word). Christian and wants kids was a must, doctor and blue or green- eyed was a want, and smoking was an absolutely not. It wasn’t until after Blake and I were engaged that I stumbled upon a high school graduation card from that same bff, reminding me of that list, and I was amazed at how God provided.
Blake and I met in June, the summer before my senior year of college. After dating quite a bit in college, I had learned a lot about relationships, and myself. The previous year, I had decided I was not settling anymore. If at anytime I dated someone with whom I knew there was no future, I was going to break it off, and just be friends. You see, I’m a rather emotional person. I cry during Hallmark commercials. While I was not in a hurry to find “the one”, I was done dating with no expectations, getting my heart involved and getting hurt. Hence my notorious 50th date questions on 2nd dates. Politics, religion, plans for children- all that stuff you’re not supposed to talk about until you really know someone, I talked about. And while that may sound like an awkward 2nd date, it’s not awkward when you realize you agree on all of the important stuff. And when it takes place near fountains and fireworks go off at the end (literally), it goes from not awkward to amazing.
That was our 2nd date. Under fireworks at the 4th of July celebration we exchanged “I love you” for the first time (he said it first). In August I started my senior year of college and the next few months were a flurry of school, working 25-30 hours a week, sorority stuff, and Blake. By September I knew he was “the one”. We spent Thanksgiving and Christmas together (my first spent with a boyfriend). We started talking about getting married and looking at rings (so much fun!). On March 4, 2007, Blake proposed in the most romantic, sweep me off my feet, way possible. I graduated in May, and we were married September 22, 2007. You would think that would have been the best day of my life, and it was up until that point, but thankfully, both Blake and I knew that the real fun would be in the days to come.
And so it has. The past 2.5 years have been a whirlwind of changes. We moved from Missouri to Oklahoma, where Blake attends Pharmacy school (covering the brilliant, doctor part of my list). Between school, work, church and life in general we are crazy busy, but I can honestly say I love him more everyday. One look from those gorgeous blue-green eyes still gives me butterflies, and when life is swirling, he’s my constant. He exceeds my expectations. We are not perfect, we have disagreements, and we get frustrated with each other. Usually at inopportune times, and almost always when we’ve not gotten to spend much time together (be sure to catch my future post entitled “I hate pharmacy school”). But we work through it, and overall I’m amazed at how easy the transition to married life has been.
I know Blake is the reason for that. He is steady when I am struggling; he is calm when I am panicked. He is a leader, an example, and a faithful, trustworthy man of God. He is my sounding board, my encourager, my best friend. And while I like to think that I am all those good things for him as well, I know I got the better end of the deal.
He is the person I want to wake up next to for the rest of my life. I can’t wait to see what our future together holds. Over the past four years our faith has grown, our lives have blended, and we’ve fallen more in love.
And he’s never once asked me to iron.
Happy 26th birthday Blake. I love you. Always.
Of course, the way I view Blake is a little differently than either of my readers, so this will give you insight into how crazy I am about this amazing guy. Blake is my favorite person in the entire world, so this could be a long one, and it will definitely be mushy. I’ll start at the very beginning, a very good place to start (bonus points if you can name that song).
The idea of Blake has been with me for as long as I can remember. From the very beginning, God placed a desire in my heart, head and every other part, for a brilliant, Christian husband, who would love and cherish me, and give me butterflies. One that would sweep me off my feet and carry me off into the sunset. Raise children by my side, and of course, help with ironing and moping- my two least favorite household chores.
I can remember my bff, Jessica, and I, sitting in my parents house, dreaming about our amazing future husbands, making our “lists” of must-haves, wants, and absolutely nots (yes, I know nots is not a word). Christian and wants kids was a must, doctor and blue or green- eyed was a want, and smoking was an absolutely not. It wasn’t until after Blake and I were engaged that I stumbled upon a high school graduation card from that same bff, reminding me of that list, and I was amazed at how God provided.
Blake and I met in June, the summer before my senior year of college. After dating quite a bit in college, I had learned a lot about relationships, and myself. The previous year, I had decided I was not settling anymore. If at anytime I dated someone with whom I knew there was no future, I was going to break it off, and just be friends. You see, I’m a rather emotional person. I cry during Hallmark commercials. While I was not in a hurry to find “the one”, I was done dating with no expectations, getting my heart involved and getting hurt. Hence my notorious 50th date questions on 2nd dates. Politics, religion, plans for children- all that stuff you’re not supposed to talk about until you really know someone, I talked about. And while that may sound like an awkward 2nd date, it’s not awkward when you realize you agree on all of the important stuff. And when it takes place near fountains and fireworks go off at the end (literally), it goes from not awkward to amazing.
That was our 2nd date. Under fireworks at the 4th of July celebration we exchanged “I love you” for the first time (he said it first). In August I started my senior year of college and the next few months were a flurry of school, working 25-30 hours a week, sorority stuff, and Blake. By September I knew he was “the one”. We spent Thanksgiving and Christmas together (my first spent with a boyfriend). We started talking about getting married and looking at rings (so much fun!). On March 4, 2007, Blake proposed in the most romantic, sweep me off my feet, way possible. I graduated in May, and we were married September 22, 2007. You would think that would have been the best day of my life, and it was up until that point, but thankfully, both Blake and I knew that the real fun would be in the days to come.
And so it has. The past 2.5 years have been a whirlwind of changes. We moved from Missouri to Oklahoma, where Blake attends Pharmacy school (covering the brilliant, doctor part of my list). Between school, work, church and life in general we are crazy busy, but I can honestly say I love him more everyday. One look from those gorgeous blue-green eyes still gives me butterflies, and when life is swirling, he’s my constant. He exceeds my expectations. We are not perfect, we have disagreements, and we get frustrated with each other. Usually at inopportune times, and almost always when we’ve not gotten to spend much time together (be sure to catch my future post entitled “I hate pharmacy school”). But we work through it, and overall I’m amazed at how easy the transition to married life has been.
I know Blake is the reason for that. He is steady when I am struggling; he is calm when I am panicked. He is a leader, an example, and a faithful, trustworthy man of God. He is my sounding board, my encourager, my best friend. And while I like to think that I am all those good things for him as well, I know I got the better end of the deal.
He is the person I want to wake up next to for the rest of my life. I can’t wait to see what our future together holds. Over the past four years our faith has grown, our lives have blended, and we’ve fallen more in love.
And he’s never once asked me to iron.
Happy 26th birthday Blake. I love you. Always.
