Matt and I have been married for 9 years today. 9 years. Wow!
If you knew me in college, you understand why it was nothing short of a miracle that Matt was able to even get a date out of me. Two bad break-ups are enough to make a girl throw a huge Anti-Valentine's Day party for her residents (I was a Resident Assistant), complete with a man-hater dart board and a man pinata. (This may or may not have intrigued my male friends who worked at the University Police, and they may or may not have come up to our floor in uniform just in time for the pinata's legs to come flying off and landing at their feet.)
So yes, it was pretty remarkable that Matt was able to convince me to go out with him. But I did! I figured I didn't have anything to lose, and I'd known him for 10 years...so it was less going out on a date and more going out with a good friend. Little did I know...
On the way home from our date, Matt was in a very serious car accident. The other car crossed the median and crossed in front of Matt, causing him to hit the other car's gas tank. The other car caught fire and the driver died--it was later determined that his death was the cause of the accident, not the other way around. Matt was hospitalized with a bruised heart and actually flat-lined for a short time.
That was all it took for me to realize that I couldn't lose him. I drove home that Friday to surprise him, even though I had to be back Saturday morning for a mandatory RA training. He says that when I showed up at his doorstep, that's when he knew he was going to marry me. :)
Matt was different than the weirdos I'd dated. He was a good man who loved Jesus and wanted to make me happy. And he's been trying to do that ever since. I'm not the easiest person to get along with...I'm a little, ahem, anal about things...but Matt takes it all in stride.
He is a good dad who loves his kids and makes the most of his time with them. He tries really hard to make up for the time he is gone by spending good quality time with them when he is home.
Our marriage isn't perfect, but it is beautiful because we are committed to each other.
I love you, Matty. Thanks for putting up with me for 9 years!