My Best Friend

As a product of a divorced family, I have never really known how a marriage truly works. When I was younger it never occurred to me that it was something to be worked on, something that you needed, and something that if you did not have, you would miss. My first revelation of this was probably in my late teens. I was sitting at my first boyfriend's house with his mother and two sisters, and his father walked in the door from work. I felt it. I felt the unity, the wholeness of the family coming together with that one person joining in. At that moment it hit me that I was missing out on something. I caught a glimpse of what a marriage was. Through the years I searched for a couple that I was very close with that could help guide me and be an example to me since I really didn't have one. My father and step-mother lived in another state and I didn't really see them very often. (Mainly due to the fact that I was a teenager who didn't care about spending time with my family.) My sister, Lori, and her husband, Rick, were naturally my shining example. Loving, kind, spiritual, gentle, honest, supportive, and most of all happy. (Alright Rick and Lori... don't let this go to your heads. I can easily replace your names with... uhh... well... okay I cant.) I honestly never, ever, thought it possible for myself.

Travis entered my life by way of my roommate and long time friend, Erin. He had just moved back to the States from a three year tour in England for the Air Force. He often visited Erin when he took leave. Erin and Travis grew up together. Their parents have been best friends for something like 30 years. They tell everybody they are brother and sister. I am getting off track, anyway, Erin told me Travis was coming to stay with us for 30 days. I honestly didn't pay any attention to it and before I knew it he was at our house. At the time he arrived, I was in the "I do NOT want a relationship" stage and from what I could tell, he was too. For the next 30 days we spent every day together. Just friends, getting to know each other and hanging out. I loved that Travis was just Travis. He wasn't trying to be anything or trying to impress anybody. I could totally feel that he was just a good guy. Right before Travis left to go back to work, he finally made a move on me! It totally threw me for a loop and I did not see it coming. Of course at this point I had feelings for him as well and we started dating. He assured me he would come visit me every other weekend. He kept his promise and I totally fell in love with him. (Even though he said it first... no big deal.)

As everybody knows, I found out I was pregnant on December 13th. Not exactly the way we would have liked things to go. Travis, from the get-go was supportive and excited. This could have gone one of two ways: either turned into a complete disaster or be the best thing that could have ever happened to me. I know that God had this plan for me. I have always had a way of sabotaging my relationships. I know that had this not happened the way it did, I would have most likely done the same with me and Travis. He is the best thing that has ever happened to me. He makes me feel so comfortable in my own skin, which is a first for me... ever. I cannot explain the certainty I have about us. I just know what a great thing we have and that he is everything I have ever wanted in a husband. Travis makes me melt, he makes me laugh, he makes me believe in us. He calms me down when I get a little too feisty and reassures me that it will be okay when I am upset. It is amazing to watch him with our son, he is such an extraordinary father. He makes me pray more, because I know I need to thank God each day that I have him. I cannot wait to marry him and to spend all of my days on this earth by his side. Plus he's got a cute butt... that helps a little.