Half a Decade

Hi friends.

Today is a special day.  Maybe I've told you about it before.  I don't remember, so I will tell you again.

Let me take you back to five years ago today.  Right about this time, I was either halfway, or just getting home.  You're wondering why that's so special.  Allow me to explain: it was the first time Jered came home with me.

We had been spending alot of our free time together over the previous two weeks.  As I know I've told you before, I was completely giddy and starstruck because of this boy.  So I asked him the week before if he would like to go with me to a wedding in my hometown.  He said he would, but he'd have to check with his coaches.

(The coaches said it was alright, but they were thinking he would be there for Friday afternoon practice... He got a call when we were halfway home and had to tell them he wouldn't be there... This would be the first of a couple run ins with the football coaches.  We also got sent home after buying tickets to a James Bond flick once because it was after the strict football curfew.  Didn't even make it into the movie.  Not a happy moment.)

Anyway, we made it home, and I couldn't wait for my family to meet him.  I remember him leaving the room for something, and exclaiming to Katie, "Isn't he hot?!"  I was smitten.

That night we stayed up late watching TV and talking, and as I watched him, I thought, "I adore this guy.  I absolutely do want to be his girlfriend."  (He had asked me, "So, are we gonna make this official, or what?" a week earlier, and I told him "not yet" at the time.)

So I looked into those perfect green eyes and told him I was looking for something serious, something real.  Not something casual.  And I asked him to be my boyfriend.

I was all smiles the next day as I got ready for the wedding with my mom and sister.  I was officially "Jered Flinkman's girlfriend."  We went to the wedding, and I was excited to introduce him as "my boyfriend, Jered."

And of course, Jered impressed with his fabulous style, as per usual:

But friend,  as wonderful as being "Jered Flinkman's girlfriend" was, it was nothing compared to being "Jered Flinkman's betrothed."  (That was our title of choice during our engagement.)

And being "Jered Flinkman's betrothed" has got nothing on being "Mrs. Jered Flinkman."

Talk to you later friend.

Aim