This blog post is a little different from my usual posts. Trey and I are coming up on our 5-year anniversary in just a few days, so I decided to write a tribute to him. But I don’t mind if you read it. Although some of it may not make much sense to anyone but Trey.
To my dear, sweet husband:
Wow, married five years! Can you believe it? That means we’ve been practically inseparable for almost 8 years now. I’ve been thinking a lot today about our special memories together. We’ve been through a lot in 8 years, huh? Mostly good stuff. Some tough stuff. And some fun/silly/crazy/totally-us stuff. So I thought I’d make a list for you of some of my favorite memories.
Memories from our early days:
I still have the fork (somewhere!) that you mangled for me on the day we met. You became known to my family as “the fork art guy.” But don’t worry; they haven’t called you that in a long time.
I loved the nights we spent driving around Conway just talking and occasionally finding something fun to do (like throwing pennies in a pond and making wishes). Or how about the night the cops came after us at the park? Not the best memory... but kind of funny now.
And of course, your proposal will always be a special memory. And yes, I would like eggs with that ring, please.
Memories from our tough times:
You were an absolute rock for me when my parents were in that accident. We were finally officially dating at that point, and I’m glad I hadn’t put you off any longer. I NEEDED you. And you were there.
Your job loss may not seem like such a good memory to bring up. But I’m so proud of the way you handled it. And it’s special to me to remember how we prayed that day that God would take care of us somehow, then we got a check in the mail that exact day for $500. Was that confirmation, or what?! And we did make it through it just fine.
Silly memories:
Four words: Tutti fruity snowflake booty.
I still giggle when I think about the noise you used to make when you were annoyed with traffic. It sounded just like the rattle of your broken glove box. I know you may not have appreciated me laughing at you when you were trying to drive, but it did seem to diffuse some of the tension.
I loved the time we went to Hot Springs and you spoke with an Irish accent all day. I think everyone really thought you were from Ireland!
I really wish you’d do your “happy cave dance” again sometime. It was cute.
Memories from our recent years:
It wasn’t that long ago that you convinced me it was time to start trying for a baby. I was pretty reluctant, but I decided to trust you and go along with it. But I prayed that I wouldn’t get pregnant right away. Two weeks later... well, we know the story. I suppose you and God were right all along.
I have so many good memories of you with Perrin that I can’t even begin to think of just one. I love that you love being a father. You’re a really good one.
It’s been really great to see you growing spiritually. I think you’ve made leaps and bounds in controlling your temper and being a spiritual leader. Thank you for being someone I can follow!
Well, I could go on and on and on... but I think that baby you convinced me to have is wide awake in his crib. (By the way, thank you for convincing me to have him. He’s perfect. Well, not perfect. But you know what I mean. You just might be able to convince me to have another one someday).
I know we have lots more good memories ahead of us! I love you very much! Thank you for putting up with me for all these years!
--Your sweetheart
