Last week was Valentine's Day. Needless to say this isn't Barrett's favorite holiday. However, he did surprise me with lunch and this beautiful rose.
Growing I fell into the trap that many women (and men too, I suppose) fall into, that February 14th is the most romantic day of the year. When I was single, I longed to be with someone on this day above all days because I wanted to feel special and loved.
Some of you know the story of how Barrett and I met, but if you don't, here it is:
In May of 1997, I took a 2 week philosophy class. It had to be one of the hardest classes I ever took. We were in class 6 hours a day five days a week. At this point Barrett was doing morning news at WGNS. So, he would come to the building the class was in about an hour before class. Soon I found myself getting ther early too, just to talk to him.
I had just been rejected by a guy, and I had started truly praying to meet someone. I didn't want just someone to "date", I wanted someone I could build a life with. Many of my friends were getting married and starting their "adult" lives, if you will and I longed for this too.
Within 2 weeks of knowing Barrett, I knew this was the guy I would marry. Everyone thought I was cray. There was only one slight problem; Barrett just wanted to be "friends". (Oh, BTW, never tell a guy after 2 weeks of knowing him that you love him and you want to spend the rest of your life with him; it may not be received too well. Just saying).
So, we began our year of "friendship". We went out a couple times of week, we spoke on the phone for hours at night. I spent hours praying and crying myself to sleep at night; hoping that one day he might love me as much as I loved him.
Looking back, I'm so thankful to God for giving us this year of friendship to really get to know each other. I can truly say, I married my best friend!
Valentine Day 1998 was bitter sweet. I was in my last year of college. I was taking 15 hours, plus doing an internship at Domestic Violence. I was sick and exhausted most of the time. On Valentine Day, Barrett took me to Crackle Barrel. No, he didn't confess his dying love to me, but he did get me this throw that I'd had my eye on.
In May, a year after we met he did say he loved me and we were married in November. It'll be 17 years this may since we met. WOW!!! Does Barrett always love me like I think he should? No
Do I always love him like he thinks I should? NO. However, I know that if we continual to love the Lord and let Him grow our marriage, it will be very successful.