2 years ago I met Mike.
2 years ago I had no idea I was meeting my best friend for life.
2 years ago I didn’t have a clue that driving 4 hours away was where I would find a guy who literally lived 20 minutes from home.
2 years ago I went to the world’s greatest tractor pull and came home smitten in love and a fortunate gal.
|Our first photo together.|
On the way to the tractor pull I can remember the other girls who knew him telling me how great we would get along because we were both so funny and personable. They showed me a picture of him and I could tell from the photo he was my type. Country boy through and through. Infectious grin. Heavenly blue eyes.
We arrived and they didn’t even have to point him out. I knew which one he was. There was a slight problem though.
This guy was not talkative. He said nothing. He wasn’t smiling. He just stood there like a bump on a log.
Little did I know that he was nervous. And when he gets nervous he doesn’t say much. Plus, he didn’t really know me yet so I couldn’t blame the guy.
After a few hours we were enjoying gorgeous weather at a tractor pull. Later that weekend we were practically inseparable. It was depressing when the weekend ended and we had to ride back home separately.
I knew when I got home late that Sunday that my life was about to change. For the better. Finally. We took things nice and slow those first few months. Harvest helped that a little bit. In the end I think that was the best way to start a relationship. Look at us now. Look at how far we’ve come.
2 years has flown by.
Here’s to 100 more baby!
I’m the luckiest girl alive to live and love with my best friend.
I am truly,