My Rock

The next few posts I'd like to gush over the amazing people in my life.  First up, my amazing husband.

We first met in early April 2000. (The actual date is often a debate in our household)  He happened to walk past my dorm room at Ball State and told me that I was going to go out with him and his friends that night.  Normally, I'm not a person that does spur of the moment things but that night I just felt I should.  We had a great time.  He told me when he brought me back to my dorm room that he actually wasn't supposed to be on campus that night and that he had to go back home to go to church with his family in the morning.  I gave him my number and he said he'd call me.  He didn't.  A few days later he showed up at my room.  I told him "you lost my number didn't you?"  He told me "no" for months before finally admitting he did. 

We began dating but the semester was coming to a close.  My family lives 3 hours away from school and I was going home for the summer to work.  He told me that he didn't think it was going to work out with the distance involved.  I told him that we shouldn't just give up and to just let whatever is going to happen, happen.  We promised each other we would visit as often as we could.  I was home for 4 days before I just had to drive down and see him.  It had only been about a month since we'd first met but that feeling of needing to see him so bad was the first time I realized he was the one. 

After 8 months of dating he proposed.  I instantly told him "yes" but then said that I wanted both of us to finish school first.  We both graduated (me in 2002 and him 2004) and built our first house in 2004.  I went back to school and graduated again in 2005.  We finally got married in a beautiful ceremony near my parents' home on April 22, 2006.

He's the most amazing man I've ever met.  He's sweet, hilarious and kind.  He's got the biggest heart.  He's always supportive of me and goes out of his way to make me happy.  The day I found out I was pregnant I panicked.  It was not in our plans and everything about it scared the hell out of me.  I sat for hours waiting for him to come home wondering how I would tell him and how he was going to react.  Was he going to be happy?  Sad?  Even angry?  He finally got home and I told him.  I immediately burst into tears.  He held me and said "ok."

He's was by my side the entire time.  He was there for every doctor appointment that I was scared to go to because of having blood drawn.  He helped me with my gestational diabetes.  He didn't panic when I called my doctor because I was in pain and they said to go to the hospital.  He was calm when the nurse at the hospital told us I was 5 or 6cm and we were going to have the baby that night (whereas I panicked because it was still October and I wasn't due till December 3).  He held my hand through every contraction.  He was the first one to hold our son.  The day he was born I took a picture of him standing next to Corbin.  I've never seen him smile the way he smiled that day.  He was such a proud daddy.

Through all this heartache our lives now experience he's been my rock.  He always seems to know just what to say.  Always seems to know when I need to talk and always knows when I just need to be held.  I've often said that I would not be able to "get through" any of this with anyone else but him.  He's my rock, my world, my everything.  I love him more and more everyday.