When I met my husband, I was graduating college and ready to pack my bag for law school, or graduate school. I was going to brush the dust of the small town I grew up in and head to the big city.
All of that changed on my first date with my husband. I had about a month before I met him made a “dream” list of what I wanted in a real man… a potential mate. Of course, I never had any idea that a man could meet all my criteria but that night sitting across me at the table was the man that was about to change my life.
We were engaged 31 days later.
So why do I love my husband, 26 years later?
- He never forgot the dreams I shared with him in those heady wonderful days when we were dating. Pushing me into graduate school, 12 years later, and he is always supportive of every decision I make to find my place in this world.
- He is my best friend.
- He has one of the weirdest sense of humor, not everyone’s cup of tea but I find him hilarious.
- Quietly and unselfishly he has encouraged his family to reach their dreams while keeping his feet firmly on the ground, keeping us steady.
- He still makes my heart skip a beat.
When I was a college Sunday School teacher, I strongly encouraged those girls to make a “dream” list for a future husband and not to settle until they find a man that fulfills that list… and was their best friend. Their chances for a happy marriage and happy life would greatly improve.