I was a nervous wreck because I had a date that night with this guy named Bradley Bowers. I had talked to him a few times the week before and I had scouted him out at a ballgame, but had not spoken with him in person. It was a Sunday and I was so nervous at church that morning, that I considered backing out. But I didn't. And I'm so glad that I didn't. Allow me to remember...we were going to eat mexican when I got out of church and he got out of his coach's meeting (It was the only night we were both free). He picked me up in his little white car (a single man's car...which is why we no longer own it). I felt like I had to roll out of it and stand up. They were resurfacing the road and it was a rough little ride to the eating place. We both ate chicken nachos...I didn't eat much. I was nervous. He accused me of not making eye contact...as I said...I was nervous. It was a good date...we sat on the porch at my apartment after dinner and talked for along time...I was SOOOOO sleepy.
I knew 3 things when he left that night:
1. He was the cutest date I'd ever had.
2. He had really good taste in music.
3. And if he asked, I'd go out again.
Well if you're wondering...he did ask again...and again...and again...and again.
I love you Bradley...bacause you make me feel important...because you decide at 6:30 on a Tuesday night that we should go see a movie...because when I ask how I look, you sing me funny songs...because you like those cheese quesadillas that I make when we have no food and really need to go to the grocery store...and because God created us for each other. As I tell you all the time, "You're the best husband I've ever had." : )