It's a love story, baby just say yes.

I've decided to start this post because my husband (A) is probably one of kindest gentlest people on the planet. He's spent the last 3 days and one night with me, keeping me company and when I'm to it playing scrabble or black jack. So todays post is about A and I. How we met, where we met, and the hilarious moments in between.



I was raised from a ranching family, my family is cattle ranchers and deep into rodeo. I was born in Texas and come from a family who will happily tell you upon meeting you that they're from Texas. I love my extended family, my cousins, grandparents, aunts and uncles are extrodinary, ordinary, people. They have lived there lives thus far to the best of there ability, raised there kids in circumnstances that made it hard, my grandparents survived a depression. My grandmother was in a rodeo in madison square garden in the 1940's, a liberated female who is the most caring individual. As a child in this family, my summers where spent behind the chutes at rodeos and roping practice, as I spent my summers with my aunt and uncle. Learning to ride goats, going to the county fair and showing pigs, I lived for the summer. This is where I first 'met' A. Hanging out with my cousin Jes at the rodeos he first saw me and I him. Of course I never took an interest, he was 3 years older than me and at 9 that might as well have made him the paultry remanats of a long deceased velociraptor. But that is where I first met him, and every summer after that he swears he saw me and remembers me, I thought men where suppose to be the oblivious one. Romantically though, when I was 15 and on another rodeo adventure with my fun loving cousin Jes he saw me and, as he described it he wanted to know me right then and there. So, of course, he goes through the one channel which would ensure we wouldn't so much as speak for next next 6 years. He asked Jes who I was, and if I had a boyfriend. My cousin loves me to bits, I'm the 'baby' to him, even if I am not the baby of our family and he responded by telling my future husband he was to get nowhere near me and that I was HIS baby cousin. A took the hint.



Time passed, A met a nice girl, who ended up doing drugs, having a baby ,who is now my step son, and I met a controlling son of a bitch who'd give me the best gift I would ever recieve, while simultaneously robbing me of any real choice in the matter. We both grew and changed, and I started attending rodeos again. Mostly because at the time it was the only way to see my beloved cousin Jes, and to watch him rope. Sitting on the fence one day I spotted a women with a giggly blonde headed little boy, and being a baby magnet I went over to coo. My ,now, son was 3 months old and being held by a friend of A's, while he got ready to compete. Do to delays that day the temporary baby sitter who had this sleeping little rascal in her arms, had to go, and I ended up with Ry. I held and cooed and bounced him up and down while L poked and prodded and stared at him, as if he was the star of the next alien movie. When A came to pick up his son, we started talking, and I knew right then that I wanted to know him. I wanted to follow him back to his trailor like a puppy and sit in his black truck and talk to him until my face turned blue. So, I did. We talked for hours that day, quickly becoming friends, and parted. The next night of competition, and I must admit I only really went to see A. I watch Jes rope and bonded with him, and was disappointed to have missed A. That night I attended the after rodeo dance, pushing L off on my friend Jen. He was there.. and we danced. Until this moment he had never actually touched me, he put his hands on my hips and I looked up at him. I was sold. I had decided no matter who I had to kill, I was going to marry this man. It was as if I had waited 22 years for this moment.



We both changed our lives, him not really having a home, raising his son on the road and rodeoing for his food, wasn't very easy on having a Gf. But we made it work, and less than 2 months later he proposed.



I still tingle everytime he touches me, I still follow him like a puppy dog. When we go out riding we're both zen, I love to watch him bulldog and team rope. When I was in the hospital in for nearly 2 months, he came every single day and spent MOST of the day with me. Even when I'd insist he needed to go home and see the kids and needed to sleep in his own bed. His mother is amazing, I love his family and he loves mine. We argue and fuss like everyone else, we're both far from perfect. Our relationship has gone through numerous trials and tribulations, but I still feel the same about him as I did the day I sat in his truck and told him my life story.



I just thought I'd let you all know, that today when we play scrabble, or monopoly (even when he won't let me be banker!), that I'm doing it all with someone who is spectacular