With this Sunday being my honey's 25th birthday I am grateful for my hard working husband. He is great dad, that loves his baby girls and they love him back equally as much. Since I picked this day for my hubby I am going to tell you our real story. All the drama, all the tears, and all the love. Here we go:
If you have read our about us section then you know the basic outline of mine and Trevor's life together. You know when we met, how we met, when we got married, and that we brought two little lives into this world so far. So here is the stuff between the lines. In 2006 when Trevor and I met I had a "boyfriend" serving a mission for our Church. When this boy left I was committed to the waiting game. It was heartbreaking, he was my first love and you know how those can be.
Anyways after about a year I had decided to stop dragging myself around in a depression and kind of move into this place where I kind of shut all my feelings off. So when Trevor and I met in Primary we had fun, he made me laugh, roll my eyes, ya know all that silly flirtatious stuff. I was actually feeling again!!! He had received his mission call by the time we started hanging out so I never thought anything serious of the situation and neither did he. We both just wanted to have a good time hanging out. I was so not thinking anything of this situation, that the one time Trevor tried to put the moves on me and kiss me, and I politely declined. Sunday's were always an interesting event. There were times I thought we were causing more of a distraction in Primary than the children, while Trevor tried to be charming and overly confident ;) and it just made me giggle. Even though during the few months we spent together we had a lot of fun the closer it got to him leaving the more the reality of me missing him became real, even though I had tried to prevent that by not kissing him! :)







