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This is kind of a special September for me.  So be prepared for a few blogs along a similar topic.  I looked at a calendar online today from September, 1997 and it’s hard to pinpoint the exact day.  But, it’s been 20 years this months that the hubster and I have been a couple.

I didn’t write down the date at the time, because I honestly didn’t think we would be together long.  He was rather full of himself.  And told me he was “ready to have a girlfriend” again . . . like I should be flattered to be considered for the position or something?  Like I was interchangeable with another candidate?  That’s probably not how he meant it.  But that’s how I took it.  I wasn’t looking for a boyfriend.

Honestly, I wasn’t looking for him as anything more than a friend.  We had been work-friends all summer.  And I’d heard a lot of rumors about him.  I told him that I’d give him the benefit of the doubt and at the first sign that he was untrustworthy, I’d be gone.

So no, I didn’t write down the date.  I didn’t think we’d be more than a few week thing.  I do remember that it was sometime before my birthday.  He told a friend that he was going to wait until my birthday to ask me out, so that he wouldn’t be asking out a 16-year-old when he was in his early twenties.  But he just couldn’t wait until I was 17 – pretty cute, isn’t it? 😉

I’ve never been very easy for him.  I laughed at him the first time he tried to kiss me.  I thought it was hilarious that he was doing that!  We were just friends and there he was, all up in my face; I couldn’t help but laugh!

The first time he said he loved me, I told him not to say it unless he meant it.  He assured me that he meant it.  I responded with, “Well, I’m not saying it back”.

Love and relationship were nowhere on my radar.  I had plans for my life; and none of them involved falling in love and getting married.  I remember pulling off the road and crying when I realized that I did love him.  I prayed, Please No.  I didn’t want to be in love.

Tonight I am thankful that God’s plan is bigger than my doubt and fear, and bigger than the hubster’s ego.  Twenty years is pretty good!  I tell the hubster, he must be old!  It surely isn’t me!

Here we are at about three months of dating, all spiffied up for the Mistletoe Dance at school my senior year.