Pat and I met when we were 5(me) and 9(him). My family moved into town and he lived 3 blocks over. He taught me how to ride a bike. He was like a big brother to me.
When I was 16, I had my first of 2 ankle surgeries. He drove all the way to Iowa City(an hour away) to check on me and give me 15 stuffed animals. A few weeks after I was home, he took me out to supper and to a movie. That night was the first time he loved me. I said DUDE we are like best friends....no...
Fast forward 3 years. I was 19 and had just gotten out of an abusive relationship. Pat was still my best friend. I was driving...somewhere...and drove past a scene of an accident. And then saw his car up on a tow truck. I instantly started crying...and drove back to my house(parents house) and called his house. His Aunt said he was fine but shook up, a kid got thrown from the other vehicle. I drove straight to the hospital(speeding and running stop signs was involved) and walked into the ER and saw him crying. He cried harder when he saw me. We wrapped our arms around each other until the dr gave him the clearance to go home. I took him home, tucked him into bed. He grabbed my hand and asked me to be his girlfriend. I said yes. That was July 31, 1997.
November 19, 1997 he proposed to me. At a karaoke bar. He sang Tracy Byrd's "Keeper of the Stars" and proposed by telling me that I am the most beautiful woman he has ever met, inside and out. I said yes again
January 1, 1998 we moved in together.
August 7, 1999 we got hitched.
August 7, 2004, our dreams came true, when Jonny was born.
And now, we have 2 months left of his prison sentence, and we will get to feel like newlyweds again.
How I love that man.
