Still love at first sight

A blog about my life wouldn't be complete without a post about my wonderful husband, Clint. So if you don't like mushy love stories, feel free to close this window now! Ok, now that that is out of the way...on to the love story. Clint and I met in high school, in January 2000. We were in gym class, and I spotted him sitting behind me on the bleachers. I thought he was cute, and he sounded really sweet (I eavesdropped on him a lot), so I started talking to him. Yes, I tricked him...I ran beside him, wearing my loosest bra, and said, 'I hear you have a fast car, want to tell me about it?'. Now, if you know me, you know I know NOTHING about cars at all. I'm lucky to know the steering wheel from a tire. Somehow, I guess he got the impression I actually cared about cars, and he started rambling about his Trans Am (I had very little clue what a "Trans Am" was, but I listened). I had him caught on my hook, now I just had to reel him in! Everyday, we jogged together, and we would chat (and I'm pretty sure he would stare at my chest). We got closer, and finally, he asked me if I wanted to go to the mall after school with him and his friend. Of course I accepted the offer! After the mall, we went to a western wear store to look at boots and hats. In the parking lot, before he exited the truck, I said, "I can't make out with you with that gum in your mouth!". I was shocked at myself! Never had I made the first move, and certainly not a bold move like that. He immediately took the gum out of his mouth, and we kissed for the first time. The rest is history!! We started going steady, and were inseparable. We were married on June 15, 2002. We've had our ups and downs (what couple hasn't?) but our love has grown stronger with each time we kiss and make up. I look at him now and am more in love with him than ever. I still fall in love with him over again every time I see him. He's a wonderful husband and a wonderful father. Most people think I'm insane because I 'baby him' so much...I refill his drink when it's empty, I take his shoes off and rub his feet when he gets home from work, and I always make his lunch and dinner for him (and mostly breakfast, too). I can't help it, I guess I'm just a 'nurturing type'. Sure, he's spoiled rotten, but I wouldn't have it any other way. I love him and would do anything to make him smile. If you ever read this, I love you sweetie :)

a short photo history:

          us, a week after we started dating (age 16)

prom, 2002

kissing, 2004

a week after finding out we were about to be parents! 2009