I was laying in bed last night thinking about the "Good ole days." Remember those days when you were young and had no real worries but always thought the world was going to end because of some boy or something stupid? I remember being 16 and meeting my future DH and thinking "uh...no way, too old." It took me months of denying my feelings for him and him deciding to give up on me before I realized he was the one for me. Twenty-one years and I am still so glad I finally came to my senses.
I remember my senior band party. My band director had a party in his basement every year for senior band members. He rented movies and ordered pizzas and it was for Senior band members only. Picture me and my friends D and T laying in the floor watching Texas Chainsaw massacre and we notice something outside the basement window. It's about 10 o'clock at night and something is moving around outside the window. After 30 seconds of teenage girl screams I realize it is my future DH and his best friend spying on us in the dark. I almost didn't believe it was him because he had never ever been jealous or checked up on me, and he never has since, but I guess he and his friend talked themselves into thinking I may be up to something. Instead he finds me and 2 other girls laying in the floor watching movies. Most of the seniors were girls and the few boys there were not my type........My DH is the only type for me ;-)