…Getting to like you, getting to hope you like me…
I searched an old computer this morning looking for a wedding picture. What I found was a folder filled with e-mail messages that the hub and I sent back and forth when we were first getting to know one another.
Here’s one from me to him:
Some stuff about me:
Girl Scout from Brownies all the way through Seniors, led a Brownie Troop while in my first year of college.
Fastest kid in the 4th grade – even beat Steve Y., the fastest boy, in a big recess run-off.
Was invited into a program for gifted students when I was in elementary school but my mom refused – totally broke my heart.
Served on the student council in jr. high.
Goals in Life:
Know God and make Him known.
Rear my daughter well.
Things that are really dumb:
People who cut you off in traffic
Snagging your armpit while casting
Not believing in God (maybe not dumb, but certainly senseless)
Upon reading my list he immediately checked Michael Card’s tour schedule, purchased some front row tickets, paid extra for a meet and greet and drove us across state for the concert.
Oh yeah, he knew how to impress a girl.
It turns out the hub was on the student council in junior high, too. You gotta’ love a man who was on the student council.
When I talk to middle school boys, I tell them that one of the things I fell in love with was the fact that my hub was on the student council. And that he played basketball and was a wholesome, nice kid. “Who you are now,” I tell them, “is linked to who you will be then.”