Friday, December 2, 2011

Our Love Story: Part Six

Read ---Part One
         ---Part Two 
        ---Part Three

       ---Part Four
      ---Part Five

On our way back from his parent's house, what happened for the first time?  We talked about marriage.  It was a good little drive... and the deeper our conversation got, the slower he drove.  By the time we made it back to my apartment, we had decided that before the end of 2011, we would be husband and wife.

He came inside my apartment, we picked a date, we started on the guest list.  I called my mom.  At this point, we had been "dating" for about two weeks.

The next two weeks were very important.  I was so in love with him.  It took me a very long time to realize how much he mattered to me, but once I felt that love and embraced was like wildfire.  It consumed me.  It took over me.  It was bliss.  I had never felt anything like this before.  I knew with everything in me that he was "The One" because of the unconditional love he had shown me for months and months.  He never judged me or looked down on me, even though he disapproved of my lifestyle.  He loved me for my heart and for the person I really was....the person I kept hidden from the rest of the world.  He defended me when people talked badly about me, he professed his love for me to everyone, he inspired me to be a better person, and instead of telling me I was stupid for living in such sin...he gave me a reason to walk away from that life.  He gave me something priceless...he gave me an opportunity of something better and more fulfilling.  He didn't just tell me that I was better than the life I lived...he put himself out there and offered me something better.  He loved me even though he didn't love my ways, he made me want to be a better person for HIM, and God used him to show me what unconditional love looks like.  God used him to bring me back to Him.

I love my husband for so many reasons.  There are so many things I love about him.  His smile.  His laugh.  His sense of humor.  His tattoos.  His faith.  His kind spirit.  His quirks.  His horrible sense of style.  I love that man with my whole heart!  :)  I had to marry him.  He saved my life.  I know that he is not a savior, and I don't mean to imply that if that's how you interpreted it.  I think of it like this...

I was drowning and God threw me a rope.  Mr. Robinson was the rope.  Yes, GOD saved my life!  But so did that rope.

:D I love our story and I've had a great time reliving all of the precious memories my husband and I have created along the way.  I hope you are enjoying our story, as well and I hope you'll click here for Part Seven!  


Digger said...

This is a great story! I just spent the past 20 minutes reading your blog and I love it. I noticed that I had a lovely new follower and I had to come see. I love it! Thank you soo much!! I'm your newest follower! :)


Brooke said...

What a beautiful love story!! Can't wait to read your Happily Ever After! :) Wishing you a Merry Christmas!! xoxo Brooke