Valentines Day has never been a big deal to me. My husband shows me unconditional love every day. That’s just how he is, he doesn’t need a holiday to show me love. I thank God for that daily.
Valentines Day 2013 I received my first ever Valentines text from my husband. It read; “Happy Valentines Day gorgeous! Hope you have a great day!”. This was a mere 2 weeks after we had ran into each other at a bar and informally exchanged numbers between mutual friends.
Valentines Day was the day our relationship really started. We’ll go back and forth about why HE never texted me the following weeks after we did meet, but I do give him props for saving it until Valentines Day.
He had some serious game.
Our relationship grew like wildfire. I think the both of us were deathly scared of the heat, but it felt so right. He was unlike any man I had ever met, and lets be honest here he is drop dead gorgeous for a dude.
March 5th we finally had our first date.
Inside a crowded and cold BBVA Compass Stadium we snuggled, held hands, drank Bud Light out of massive cans and watched the Houston Dynamo bring out a win. With every goal we would stand up and cheer and he would pull me close and give me a kiss.
Every. Single. Goal.
I can’t say that I wasn’t even into the game because I knew once that ball made it in the goal I’d get yet another kiss. My eyes were SO dry because I was watching that ball like a cat to a string.
When the game was over we went to a small pub and finally got to talk more in depth about each other. We dished it all out until there was nothing left to talk about. It was at the end of that night that I knew this was something more than a simple date, this could possibly be start of a new life for both of us.
A month later he had gotten a call that had the potential to break us, or so he thought. He accepted a new job an hour and a half from where I called home. With that acceptance came an agreement, he had to be within a 30 minute commute. He never expected me to move with him, I had a 2 year old son and things were moving quickly.
There was something in my mind pushing me towards the leap. He wanted to take care of us, my son absolutely adored his presence and I felt safe with him around. Loosing him before I even got him wasn’t an option for me.
We packed our things up and made Katy, Texas our home. He wanted me to stay home with my son and I was more than happy doing so. It was always a dream of mine, and that dream was finally a reality.
When I say our relationship grew like wildfire I mean every single bit of it. We lived together for 3 months before we decided to get married. On July 7th, 2013 I became a wife and my son finally had the father he so greatly deserved. We eloped in a small courtroom and promised each other our lives for eternity.
I wasn’t scared of the commitment, for the first time in my life I was sure of a man and his intentions. I wasn’t scared of anything other than our families getting along.
October of 2014 we welcomed our own little bundle of joy into the world. To say I was proud to carry his child is a complete understatement. I was the only woman who stuck with him when times were tough and I was the one who surpassed everything he ever needed in a soul mate, a wife, and a mother.
We were truly meant to be and I’ll never take back anything that got us to where we are now. He brings out the absolute best in me, and the absolute crazy. He has what I lack and vice versa. I would follow him to the edge of the earth and back again, I wouldn’t even think twice.
So heres how I always think of our love story. These moments pass through my mind when I truly need them most. The times when I loose sight of what really brought us together. Our love was, and still is, the work of God. It is proof that there really is someone out there for everyone.
I believe that when you can look at yourself as the lucky one you have already won.
I am the lucky one.