Year One- First year of seminary. We were "on a break", but I was secretly getting pretty sad about that. I tried to ignore the fact that I really missed that guy a lot, and that maybe being "just friends" was not what I really wanted after all. I think I tried to cure my ails at the D-Bar. Never a great idea, but that's basically what Junior year at PTS is all about.
Year Two- Second year of seminary. Officially dating, though neither of us remember what we did to celebrate our love. Must have been AWESOME.
Year Three- Final year of seminary and Becca suddenly breaks down. I have no idea why this event coincided with Valentine's Day, but I just remember freaking out about whether or not we were going to get married. The planner in me was done with the unknowns, so the tears just started rolling and didn't stop until a few days later when Dave told me that the proposal was on the way.
Not the greatest story in the world, but it's reminded me something that I love very much about my husband. He never just says, "okay" to something. He waits (and sometimes waits some more) until he can say a wholehearted, 100%, let's git 'er done, in-it-to-win-it YES. He wouldn't say that he wanted to marry me until his whole heart was in it.
And even though those few days around Valentine's 2004 were so painful for me, I am now so very grateful for the wait. Cause I know now that this man of mine- this man who makes me breakfast, who sits next to me on the couch while we both surf the internet, who makes me laugh more than anyone else, who listens to me when I whine, who holds me when I'm sad, who travels with me through the everydayness of life- the husband of mine has said YES to all of this. And he's gonna keep saying yes until the day we die.
In the end, I think a couple crappy Valentine's Days are worth it for that.
Beginning the Journey... in Amish Country
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