I always had the dream (way back when I was a child) that I would get married by the age of 21 and have 4 – 6 kids. And no matter what, I would be married before either of my brothers and have my children first. Oh how I loved children and wanted to have that big family. That dream faded as my older brother married at 19 and my younger brother got married when he was 22. There was no way I would ever get married before them as they beat me to it.
As I grew older I still thought I would perhaps get married but my list of qualifications grew and grew. And my mom (one of my very best friends) thought I was getting too picky as I got older saying “you don’t give anyone a chance”. Bottom line, I wanted what I wanted and if he was not out there, I was perfectly content living alone the rest of my life period, end of conversation.
I also had a “BIG” dream of having my very own art gallery one day. I dreamed of my paintings covering the walls and the more galleries and museums I visited the more I dreamed. But that dream seemed to be a little far fetched and I never knew just how I would get there.
By the time I reached my mid to late 20’s I decided that my perfect mate didn’t exist. Many times I would go out on just one date and my tummy would turn sour over just one little tiny thing my date did. And that was it with them as they blew it. And mom thought I was being down right silly.
I started to dream about my life and how I planned to continue on by myself. And by the time I reached my late 20’s I completely scratched having children off my list. I told my mother “mom, if I were to get married tomorrow, I don’t plan on having children” I decided that if I were to ever get married that I wanted to at least have 5 years of honeymooning in before children. So in my mind I was already too old.
I had a savings and was preparing to purchase a condo and begin life alone. I was planning a trip to the Smokies for just me, myself and I and I was also planning a cruise too. I was happy with me and never minded doing things alone so I was quite content.
I was 28 when I met my husband. He seemed “perfect” in every way for me, he had the most wonderful smile and his beautiful blue eyes held my attention. He was gentle and was not into himself which was a total turn on for me. We slowly became friends, danced and I felt myself falling for him which totally frustrated me. I did not want to fall, I wanted to be more mature and make sure he was my perfect match before my heart was stolen.
Bobby became my dream, he filled my thoughts and I would try to push him away. One night while slow dancing my dreamboat asked me out on a date and I promptly turned him down. I still remember my answer “I can’t” (Bottom line, I was scared out of my wits) and I still remember that perplexed look on his face. We had known each other more than a year and everything was starting to feel right. His gentle smile melted my heart that night but I still said no.
I remember going to work the next day telling my girlfriend all about it saying “I just turned down the man of my dreams” Man I liked that guy a lot!
Bobby started filling my thoughts and dreams and that’s when I realized I had to give this perfect guy a chance. But it took several months for me to come around and finally when I came around he was willing to give me another chance. (My heart is going pitter pat, he still does that to me)
Dreams, dreams, dreams I had dreams and as Bobby and I began to date in I began to share with him my latest dreams. My latest dreams were to do something in art. I wanted to become a graphic design artist and as I began to spill my heart and soul he listened and told me that I could be anything I wanted to be. And the next thing I knew, I was in college taking night courses to fulfill my dream. And he was always right there to provide help when needed and to do whatever he could to make sure my dreams would come true. (My heart continued to melt)
I pursued my education but my dreams turned to becoming the wife of the man that made my heart throb – the man I knew I could not live without. And I’m ever so thankful I was too picky and so glad I waited for the very best and I truly know God made Bobby just for me. On Christmas morning 1998 that dream came true when he surprised me with a ring and asked “Will you be my wife”? And I said “Yes”! (Tear ~ joyful tears)
We planned a little wedding as that is all I ever wanted and what I remember most about our wedding day is how truly happy I was. That has to be the most exciting day of my life. I’m so happy he picked me (and I thank him on a regular basis for picking me to be his wife)
My dreams of become a graphic design artist died after moving to Korea but my dreams of being an artist never faded. A couple years after moving back to the states, I saw a show on HGTV that featured pottery. And I still remember telling hubby at the end of the day “I know what I want to be when I grow up”. That very day my dreams turned to pottery and he once again supported me in every way and I was taking pottery classes in Fort Worth the very next week. And just a month later my dearest purchased the Cadillac of pottery wheels for me and constructed a pottery studio for me in our spare bedroom and allowed me to have my very own huge kiln reside in his garage. (He’s amazing, and my heart continues to be one huge puddle as it has completely melted)
My dream from the time I married my husband to this very day is to be the wife of my husband, to care for him in every way, dote over him constantly, that’s just me and love it and I’m so happy he loves my attention! My dream is to kiss him every morning and bid him good bye, tell him how much I love him before he goes to work, race to the door every evening when he gets home to be ruptured in his arms for another hug and kiss, have dinner together, sit with him on the loveseat and visit. And this dream comes true every day, and my sappiness continues to ooze the older I get. And my heart feels full and running over with love for my most wonderful amazing husband that I didn’t think existed. I’m so blessed and thankful that God has blessed me with a man that is perfect for me in every way. He’s my perfect compliment and there is no one I would rather spend the rest of my days with than him. I’m so happy he picked me and he has made me the happiest woman in the whole wide world.
I’ve learned that at the ripe old age of 40 that dreams do come true and sometimes we’re given even more than we could ever ask or dream. And I thank God for these blessings.
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