Hubby and I dated twice before, both times it just didn't work out. Finally, about 5 months after the second break up we decide to try one more time. The previous two we stayed together maybe a total of 3 months each time, if that. So we were both a little worried. It's like when we weren't together we couldn't date anyone else because we were so hung up on each other. We spent every second we could together and had great long talks and decided it was going to work this time. That was June of 2004. September 2004 is when he proposed. I had a really bad cold. I was feeling like crap. He had just gotten over a cold and so I wasn't to worried about him getting it from me. So he took me to his apartment and I wanted to take a nap on his bed. So I was just laying there, whining to him about how miserable I felt and he said "I have something that might make you feel better." I thought to myself, oh great he is going to give me some crappy medicine. Then he goes over by his dresser and brings me a small box. I was so excited! It sure did make me feel better! We got married August 2005 and we just had our first baby January 2007. We were both young, I was 18 and he had just turned 21 when we got married. I wouldn't have things any other way. The romance hasn't died one bit. I still get suprised with flowers, candy, you name it. I got the perfect hubby.
