I had met him about a year before and we were just friends, at first.
He approached me at a party. All the other guys were drunk and obnoxious but he was drinking pop which kindof impressed me. Im no angel, I mean, even I had a beer, but he seemed not afraid to be different. I knew there was somthing special about him because,
O.K. Dont laugh.
He made me feel like I was gonna' throw up!
I was SO nervouse! and no, it wasnt the beer.
I had never felt like that with any other guy.
Then, he gave me his coat since it was cold out.
He came into the house to talk to my grandparents whenever he picked me up. He was very respectful to his parents. Good sign.
We have been together for over 14 years and I honestly still enjoy being with him. Everyone in my J.W. family likes him, even though hes a "CATHOLIC". He is a great husband, very generous lover and wonderful father to our children.
Right now hes downstairs working in the woodshop with our son.
I am very lucky. We were so young when we married and I know most of the time it doesnt work out in that case.
I wish I could clone him and give one to each of you.