The first time I met you was at a Bible Study.
You were leading it.
My friends and I were way too young to be attending a College and Career group but they said all the good guys would be there and I didn’t want to be left out. I was embarrassed to be there.
I wanted to go to Youth Group, not check out guys at College and Career.
But there you were. Leading the Bible Study.
I wish I knew what the subject was on that day, but I don’t remember.
I do remember that you spoke as one who knew and believed what you were saying. And I thought to myself, “Some day I’d like to marry a guy like him.” I was 15, you were 20.
I didn’t think any more of you for a long time. Once in a while my friends and I would see you on the street as you lived down the street from my best friend. We always thought we should hook you up with her.
Five years later I was 20 and you were 25. I was helping lead our Youth Group. We were going to the Newsboys concert and needed another driver. The youth leader said his buddy is always up for helping and he’d call him up. You were that buddy.
You willingly drove kids to the concert. We sat together on the main floor and decided that the concert was way too loud for us. That our ears were ringing and that we were just too old for loud concerts.
I enjoyed my time with you that evening and thought about you a lot over the next few weeks.
The youth leader invited you to lead a Bible study and prayer night at youth one night. Suddenly you were there again. Often.
You started coming to help out more and more. And my heart started melting.
One night you asked me for coffee after. I think we went to Smitty’s. That started a very good thing.
I couldn’t believe you picked me. Me to be your friend. Me to be you girlfriend.
You wooed me and sought me with Rocky Mountain Chocolate from Banff. Skittles with notes on my car window at work, DQ cake, and Snackwiches late at night.
You taught my family to play Pole Economy and they were hooked. You played the Farming Game on Sundays with the family and I fell in love.
You taught me to drive stick shift (well tried anyway…), you taught me to trust someone and you taught me what love looks like.
We bought a ring and got married. I was 21 and you were 26. We flew into Halifax for our honeymoon and drove wherever the road led. To the light houses, sail boats, dolphin watching, waterfalls, museums, reversing tides, hospital, charming Inns, bright leaves, McLobsters, quaint villages, underground mines, and so much more. We spent almost every penny we had. Came home with $20 to last us until next paycheque.
You started your dream job as a full time job as a youth pastor a month before we got married. We spent many hours at camp, dressing up, taking youth out for coffee, laughing and crying.
We bought a house that badly needed fixing. Remember all the work you did, how the basement flooded a LOT? How you almost died in the basement while painting? How God protected us? How a dumpy old place became a home?
When we got pregnant with Anicka you were so proud. You loved her before she was born with a love that was indescribable. When she finally came you held her for the first hour of her life and sang to her. You were so excited you called people in the wee hours of the morning to tell them you were a daddy. Very quickly she had your wrapped around her little finger.
When Mason was born you added space in your heart to love him as well. He became your shadow.
When I look at you being a dad to our children, my heart swells with gratitude and pride. I find myself admiring you be your natural self being in your comfort zone of daddy hood. The sleepovers, the truck talks, the fishing, the cookie baking, the crazy games like “Mason on the cob”. You became their hero.
Remember all the fun times with the kids when we did spur of the moment adventures. We took them out of school to go to the Mint, or Toad Hall Toys, or for a surprise weekend away. We have had great times seeing what Manitoba has to offer: the Children’s museum, glow in the dark mini golf, the Manitoba Museum, the Aviation museum, Upper Fort Garry, The Forks, many trips to Sub-Zero, the Corn Maze, Mulvey Market, the Fossil Museum, Red River Ex, Code Breakers, the Electrical Museum, Fireworks at the Honey Festival, fishing for Cats in the River, Grand Beach, River tubing, and many more. We have hitched along with you many times on weekend jobs up north and gone along on Saturday’s when you’ve had to work. I love how you spend time with us and are up for adventure.
I love how you take care of me when I need it the most. Like when we were first married you surprised me with an overnight trip complete with McCain’s cake. And when our girl was a baby you surprised me and made arrangements for her to be away for the night and we went for one night to Winnipeg. Remember how you remembered to pack everything except you forgot to leave her carseat with the sitter? When I turned 30 you planned the most amazing weekend away complete with a shopping spree, tons of cake from Baked Expectations and a surprise dinner with friends. Or the time we were supposed to take the kids camping for May long and the forecast was rainy and we went to a hotel for night and had a great time playing games and swimming? After my grandma died you made arrangements with my boss to give me time off and surprised us all by giving us an hour to pack for a weekend away and how we all forgot to bring PJ’s and had to buy new ones at Walmart?
On Saturday’s you have made blueberry pancakes or fresh cinnamon buns for me or the kids because you knew a sleep in would make me a better mother. You have made many delicious meals for me knowing how much I hate cooking and how much I love what you cook.
You have fed my sweet tooth often. Remember when you made that heart shaped cake with cherries and pudding and icing and all that yummy stuff? Remember when I couldn’t decide which of your desserts I wanted for my birthday so you made all three of my favorite cheese cakes from scratch? You bring me treats to work and hide chocolates all over the house around Valentine’s every year.
I love how you notice ways to make my life easier and surprise me things like the time you bought me with a new dishwasher that actually got stuck on food off and how you installed it before I came home. Or when you surprised me with a new mixer and I had to try it out immediately? And that time you blew me out of the water with a new phone? And Camera? At the same time! Remember that time you came home from the States with so. much. candy? We thought we had died and gone to heaven! When you bought me a weed whacker for Mother’s day, others laughed but my heart melted. When you bought me a swing for our Anniversary and we had no place to hang it so we had to build a deck? And how that deck resulted in us building a table? And how that table cut our boys toes off? And how we learned about God and grace and His amazing Grace? I love when we go for lunch or breakfast together, MJ’s for breakfast and Doener for lunch.
I loved our trip to Europe and the time we had to reconnect with each other without the kids. Let’s do that again sometime:)
I love that you love me no matter what time I get up in the morning, how much I weigh, or if I cook good food or not. You are forgiving and kind, and a man of integrity. I will gladly spend another 18 years with you. I love you Trevor!