"Not Me" Monday...Date-iversary Edition!

Today is Nick and my 6th "date-iversary!"  (The anniversary of our first date, in case you couldn't figure that out.)  On October 5, 2003, Nick and I officially became an item.  I wanted to do a "Not Me" post, but I also wanted to talk about the last 6 years, so I decided to combine them.  Hopefully, MckMama (who thought up "Not Me" Monday) won't mind.

 

Here goes...

I did not meet my husband in third grade when he started attending my church.

I did not remain completely oblivious to him until after I moved to Minnesota, and he hit puberty and got extremely good-looking.  I would never do such a thing, because that would be shallow.

I did not say to my mom, after a visit to our old church, that I wanted to marry someone like him someday.  (She did not answer, "Well, he seems to be available." I did not roll my eyes.)

My mom does not claim to have known before either of us did that he was "The One." (My mom is awesome like that.)

My heart did certainly not go aflutter every time I saw his name in my email inbox!  (While we're at it, I obviously did not let it be known that I had the hugest crush on him EVER to my mom, sisters, and best friends.)  (I also did not carry a picture of him around in my wallet.)

I obviously do not remember the first meal we ate together or first movie we saw together, even though we were just friends.  (It wasn't Subway sandwiches eaten in a gazebo or "Spiderman.")

I did not bat my eye lashes and nicely ask if he'd skip school to attend a family funeral with me.  (He, of course, did not do that, because that would be educationally irresponsible.)

I did not think to myself, "Maybe now we can get together," when my family moved back to Illinois after 4 years in Minnesota.

I did not get extremely irritated with him for being completely oblivious that I was totally in love with him in the 8 months between moving back to Illinois and when we got together.

I did not bribe my then 6 year old sister with treats so he and I could "talk about the possibility of getting together" while at the fair.

I did not jump for joy when he decided he wanted to pursue our courtship!

I certainly did not realize, before writing this post, that this picture is the earliest one I have of the two of us in digital format.

This is May 2004.  Oh, how young we were! 

I also did not realize that I am more in love with this man than I was 6 years ago!

This is not a picture of us freezing our heinies off at my brother's football game last Friday night.

I love you, Honey!  I can't wait to see what the next years bring.  Thanks for being such a godly man and showing me love every day!

(Do you feel like puking yet?)

"Not Me" Monday

One of my favorite blogs to read is this one. I love her viewpoint on life. I love her unashamed love for the Lord. I love that she's HILARIOUS! I love her photography skills! Anyway, every Monday on her blog is "Not Me" Monday. Go ahead and check out today's post on her blog to see what I mean....I'll wait.

You're back? Okay! So, I'd like to give a try at participating this week. I don't guarantee that it will be as good as hers or as humorous, but I'll give it the old college try. Here goes...

I certainly did not let my child crawl around on his hands and knees on football bleachers on Friday night. I'm not one of those parents! Not me!

While we're at it, I most assuredly did not keep him up more than 2 hours past his bedtime so I could watch said football game! I would never do such a thing! Not me!

I also did not let him ride in his car seat in nothing but a diaper after said football game resulted in wet clothes. Nope! Not me!

I certainly would not upload a picture to Facebook where my 2 year old is accidentally flipping someone off while attempting to shove an entire handful of popcorn in his mouth. Not me!

In addition, I did not allow my child to eat raisins that were just licked by the cat. That would be disgusting, and I wouldn't allow it! Not me!

I would never choose to ignore my child's request to "potty" because I didn't want to read "Once Upon a Potty" for the millionth time that day and I was pretty sure all he wanted to do was wash his hands anyway! Nope! Not me!

Finally, I didn't arrive home from work early, and, in an attempt to surprise my husband, scare him half to death and laugh hysterically about it. Why would I do that? Not me!