Wednesday, June 2, 2010
I never get tired of telling our story! lol
I met my hubby in May 1999. I was 19 and he was 24. Robby had been a youth pastor for several years and had just accepted his first position as senior pastor...at the small country church I grew up in. His parents had both passed away by that point, so my famil "adopted" him - he came over once a week to eat dinner with us and play Monopoly. We did the whole "courtship" thing without ever even realizing it! lol
I liked him, but I knew nothing would happen as long as he was our pastor. I dated some other people, and after a breakup with one of them, I decided I'd had enough of dating. I told my grandma that I was going to start praying that no one else would even ask me out until it was the man I was going to marry. Quite honestly, she thought I'd lost my mind. I'd just turned 20, and she told me, "You realize it may be years before you get married...it may be years before you go on another date?" I said I was ok with that.
A year after he came to our church, Robby resigned and accepted a church an hour away. I was heartbroken. I lost weight, cried all the time...then three weeks after he moved, and six months after I started praying that unusual prayer, Robby called to ask me for our first date. We dated all of three and a half weeks before he proposed, then were engaged for three months. Later this year we'll celebrate our 10th anniversary. Ten years, four cities, two states, two kids... He is everything I could have asked for in a husband and more, and I fall more in love with him every day.