Happy Anniversary Baby!

It was 1981, and I was 11 years old in my sixth grade year in elementary school. I was told that the sixth grade had gotten a new student from out of state. The student was assigned to my neighboring classroom. It was Mrs. Lundy’s room. As I peeked into the window on the door to see the new student, I spotted him right away. He was a cute boy with brown hair and warm green eyes. His name was "T". He was my first real crush. I carried a crush throughout my middle and high school years with no reciprocation from this "T". I believe I set the bar for stalking by driving or walking past his house, in hopes to just catch a glimpse of him. There was just “something” about him I was drawn to, without ever having a conversation with him. Something, even from the first sight of him. Surely it wasn't love? But I think it was God's whisper. It was something unexplainable. I remember every night as a young girl, lying in bed, I would pray to God, “please let me marry "T" someday. Please let him know I exist”. I was certain after high school graduation our paths would never cross again, my chances were over. I had heard he had gone to Auburn and I was still in Birmingham leading my own life. After graduation, I felt my chances were over. I eventually married and soon divorced. By that brief relationship, I had a precious new man in my life-my dear son, "Bama".
Fast Forward to November 1993, I was out with some friends one night when I saw him, literally, across a crowded room. It was him, in the dimly lit surroundings. It was "T". After all these years... I mentioned to a friend there, the torch that I had carried for him almost my entire life. Much to my disbelief, she went and told him right then and there. I almost died of embarrassment. Surely he knew this already. But then, he came over to me, and we had our first "real"conversation in the 11 years of imaging that very moment. I cannot even recall what he said-I think I was in a state of shock, but we did manage to talk the rest of the evening. Then he asked me for a ride home. He was so sweet and kind, just as I had imagined, he was such a gentleman. There was just something that I think the Lord had put into my heart on that day in 1982 when I first saw him. I always knew that he was the one. Motto of the story, God has a plan for all of us; it is in His own time. He knows what is best; I am a firm believer in that. Shortly after that ride home, T called me and asked me out to supper at Red Lobster. The rest, as they say is history. We are today celebrating our 10th year of marriage, our thirteenth year of "being a couple". He is such a wonderful father to our three children ( Fully accepting Bama as his own son, without a moments hesitation. Indeed, he IS his dad-ask either one of them.) and the most terrific and supportive husband I could imagine. He has made me the happiest person and given me a life far richer than any monetary value could ever be placed. That is one of life's greatest blessings.

Happy Anniversary, my ", my "Big Daddy T"!