Marrying up....

the night Lem proposed to me-Feb. 6th 1998

I definitely married up.

I always tell people that I am the lucky one in this marriage. Poor Lem. I know he had NO idea what he was getting into when he married this 23 year old blond-haired-mess-of-a girl. Goodness knows, he has probably wondered what in the world he was thinking.

We will be married 13 years on the 26th of September. A lot has changed since that day. We have changed. Life has changed.

For the better.

Lem makes me a better person. Pure and simple. His heart is always in the right place. Mine, not so much. He never, ever, ever says a bad thing about anyone. Ever. Me, on the other hand, well...that's another story.

Sometimes it makes me mad because he is always so good. Like, when I want to vent about something and he just calmly says, "It'll be alright." Ugggh. Not exactly what I want to hear.

But, exactly what I need to hear.

15 years ago when we met, I was drawn to his blond locks, blue eyes, good looks, and rolling on the floor with laughter charm and wit. He was different than any other boy I had ever known. Something about his southern drawl, and his not-too-interested-in-me ways made me stop in my tracks.

He wasn't completely head over heels for me. Which I liked. I liked that he was a little harder to get. It was intriguing to me.

He still intrigues me.

I love to watch him at a party or at a social event. I am always drawn to stay right at his side because that's where the fun is. I love how he can talk to anyone about anything. Meanwhile, I am tongue-tied and completely lacking in most social situations.

I love his heart the most. He is compassionate, yet discerning. He is careful and thoughtful in anything he does. While I on the other hand am like a bull in a china shop flying by the seat of my pants. Lem is always patiently waiting on me to finish my craziness so that he can clean up the mess. Yes, true.

We balance each other. Well.

Or shall I say he balances me. That would be the most accurate.

Like I said, I am the lucky one. God knew I needed his stability due to my lack of stability. God knew I needed someone strong and not easily rocked.

He makes me better.

trying to be more like him,

jill