Today...

I was thinking about my hubby. I think about him everyday really. Today though, someone asked me how I knew he was THE ONE. I didn't know what to say at first other than, "I don't know. I just knew." But that wasn't really true. And for you to understand I should probably tell a bit of the story...

I never really dated anyone before Brady. I went on lots of dates. I even went on multiple dates with the same person. Every night I came home and would say a prayer. Something along the lines of, if this person is someone that I need to have in my life please tell me now. I don't really like wasting time or getting involved in something or with someone that I will have to, painfully, let go unless I am going to get something very important from it. I almost always got a very quick and firm NO. I don't bother doubting the Lord. He is always right, so why waste my time, and His, really. I was never rude to anyone about it. Er, well almost never. We all know there are some people that just can't take the graceful way out. I have had a couple of those...

Anyway, you get the general picture. I wasn't in a hurry. I knew that I wanted to get married one day and have a family, but I didn't want to do that with just anyone. I should also say that I am not really the type of person that falls madly and crazily in love either. That kind of thing makes me really uncomfortable. I'm not terribly dramatic about things. Blunt, yes. Sarcastic, yes. But rivers of drama day in and out are just not my thing. So after about three years of the dating and blind dating I was really tired of it. So I told the Lord I was tired of it. I probably told him just like that too. Blunt, like I mentioned. I also told him that if there was someone I was supposed to meet He was gonna have to bring him to me.

All I gotta say is be very careful what you tell the Lord. He is listening and He KNOWS you.

Five months later my cousin brings Brady over to my house. Well my parents house. It was my birthday. It was also my brothers farewell party. My first thought was that he was really cute. Really. Cute. Really cute guys don't usually go for me so I had already put him on a shelf labeled "Not Happening" and closed the door. But then we (me and a good friend) ended up hanging out with him and my cousin over New Years. Then again the next day. It was nice. He was nice. Then a few days later he called me and asked me out on a double date. I was not expecting this. I am 100% sure that I sounded like an idiot on the phone too. Brady is kind and says he was to nervous to notice. So we go out. Dinner at the Macaroni Grill and then out to the Bellagio to watch the water show. Where we talked about absolutely nothing until almost 1 am and I loved every minute of it. It was the best first date I had ever been on and for the first time in my life I was nervous to say my usual prayer that night before bed. So I didn't say it. Yeah. I'm a coward so I waited until the next morning. To my surprise I didn't get an answer at all. Nothing. So we went out again. And then again. On that third date Brady told me he loved me. Again I am sure I sounded like an idiot. I didn't know if I loved him. So I didn't want to say it. So...I kissed him instead. Yeah. Totally not me. TOTALLY NOT ME!!! Ugg. But it was a great kiss so in the end I guess it worked out.

So that got me to thinking about if I loved him. By our next date I knew. I came to a really important conclusion. When I wasn't with him I missed him terribly. When I was with him I never wanted to leave. Everything was better when he was there. And it has been that way since the first day I met him. I have never had a day where I didn't want him with me. I feel better, stronger, fuller when he is with me. And when he isn't with me I don't feel like my whole self, my best self. I feel like I can do anything with him standing beside me.

Once I realized that, I knew I loved him. And it wasn't crazy, or overwhelming. In fact, it brought me a lot of peace and comfort.

When I finished explaining this to the person who asked, they were looking at me like was crazy. I guess peace and comfort aren't words they would use to describe the love of their life. "What about fireworks and Angels Singing? What about not being able breath without them? What about knowing you would just DIE if they left you?"

Well to be honest I can't imagine that kind of love being enjoyable. Or lasting. Or good for your overall health.

In Brady's defense, I still get butterflies every time he kisses me.

;o)