1. Before I really even knew him, he sat in the front row of the balcony at church and watched as I walked to the second row of the sanctuary to find a seat. He was spying on me! And then and there he began to fall in love with me.
2. He accepts me just as I am, he supports my dreams, and he lets me blabber on about whatever is in my head.
3. Tom is a renaissance man. In his youth he created his own recipes, designed his own hot air balloons and rockets, tried his hand at creating a cotton candy machine. Long before I knew him he grew his own organic vegetables, raised pigeons, nurtured bonsai, ground grain for bread, and dreamed of constructing a pole barn. Our house is full of his artwork -- paintings, pottery, wooden bowls, and the violin he made for me. He's a renaissance man.
4. Tom has a tender heart and an open mind to the things of God. Like the day early on, right in the middle of a conversation, when he began to pray. It was just like he realized Jesus was in the room with us and he wanted to be sure and include him in our dialog.
5. He is the left brain to my right. Logical and practical, he anchors me. Yet for all his left-ness, he himself has a good dose of right-ness too.
6. Anyway, who couldn't love a man who, when you tumble out of bed at 5:00 in the morning with your hair poking out 37 different ways, your eyes tight as a newborn kitten's, and bedspread lines all over your face, looks at you and tells you you're beautiful!
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| High school senior picture, long before we met |
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| One of our first dates, at Rosario Beach |
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| Carving our "family tree," 1988 |
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| Revisiting the "family tree," 2008 |
1 comment:
thanks for sharing your story. Beautiful!
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