Jeff and I met in the fall of 1984. We were in typing class together at Canyon HS. Jeff was a junior and I was a sophomore. He was the cutest, blonde, wild cowboy I had ever seen. Never having been around a cowboy before I wasn't sure how to approach him. So I quietly crushed on him from two rows back. He never looked my way - although he swears the feelings were mutual. He just didn't know how to approach me - the blonde, bubbly, social butterfly, over achiever.
Flash forward to 1990. We were both at WT and saw each other at a Maine's Brothers Dance at the Activity Center. It was love at first sight and he stole my heart that night when he asked me to dance. I often say I fell in love with him because he was such a good two-stepper! He said he couldn't remember my name but remembered me from typing class. He said he had dreamed about me. We fell madly in love and I knew from the start he would be the man I would marry. But getting to the marriage part was harder than I thought. Jeff didn't come from a family where he saw his parents love one another. He couldn't imagine how a loving marriage would be. He didn't know how to make something like that work. In fact he was convinced it never would work. We broke up a couple of times over those thoughts of his! From the time we met I smothered Jeff in my love. Of course he loved it but I'm also sure it scared him to death. In fact the first time Jeff asked me to marry him he freaked himself out and tried to take it back the next day. Yes, that is a true story! But I guess after time he knew our love was sincere and he started to trust our future more.
We were married November 28, 1992 over Thanksgiving weekend. There had been a blizzard 4 days before and there was still plenty of snow on the ground. Our church had been decorated for Christmas and it was so beautiful. It was a perfect day.
When I think back to the vows we said to one another that day - we were children and had no idea what we were saying. We kind of grew into those promises. Thank goodness we meant them.
It hasn't always been easy. We have certainly had our fights and disagreements. Mainly we just drive each other crazy. But our fierce love for each other has carried us through. Jeff is a great husband. He's not perfect but he's pretty great. He has learned to smother me in his love and come to find out he likes to do that! Marriage and kids aren't near as scary as he once thought. He lets me do my own thing and trusts me all the time. He rarely tries to boss me and he has never said, "You will do it because I said so." He has worked double time so that I could be a stay at home mom. He puts up with me and my sisters. (When we're together we can be a little overwhelming.) He lets me buy clothes and shoes and purses. He always changes my flat tires and makes sure I'm driving a reliable car. He always helps me put the kids to bed and helps them with their homework while I cook supper. He switched from Baptist to Presbyterian and even joined my church. He tells me I'm beautiful and makes me feel that way. I love him. I really love him. He's just the right guy for me. And I'm very thankful for our anniversary this year.
Love,
Leta
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