For Him

17 years ago I walked into the kitchen at Chevy's Mexican Restaurant crying over the break-up of my high school boyfriend and I. Little did I know I would walk right by my future husband. He a busser; me a hostess. I was a young 17 year old. He was fresh out of the military a clean shaven 23 year old. We would talk over the "chipper" by the hostess desk becoming fast friends. We began talking over the phone having those three hour long conversations talking much about nothing. Man, I miss those precious moments. I remember checking the schedule at work to find out this handsome man's last name. Fish. How could it be Fish. I knew in my heart at that moment I would one day take on that name. With that thought I wondered how I could become Mrs. Fish knowing I was going to teach elementary school. I also wondered how our children would fare. I cannot imagine carrying on with any other last name. I take pride in this name hoping I walk in grace with it. I am privileged to be a Fish and have three boys who get to carry on the legacy of this incredible family. The name stuck way back then and is exactly who I want to be today. It took us six years to figure things out for me to be honored with taking on his last name. Six years of growing, maturing, falling in love, getting those butterflies, breaking up, making up, discovering, connecting, realizing we wanted to make a life together. I was always in a hurry. He was willing and desiring to wait. I knew deep down slow and steady wins the race but I wanted him now; to be his wife and make a life. He always knows better though. I am forever grateful for that quality in him. The engagement was exactly who we are; simple yet extravagant in its romance and love. A simple meal at one of our favorite hang out spots looking out at the ocean. A sweet walk along the beach laughing at the large group of tourists that seemed to be following us ending at a life guard stand with him pouring his precious heart out to me. I have tears and chills reminescing about that moment. It was as if time stood still. The wedding day was one I will never forget. So much love and support surrounding us from our pastor and his wife to our bridal party to our family and friends. Everyone for us cheering on our union. I love that I am still so close to the girls in my wedding party. They have seen us through the journey of life together and that is precious to me. We struggled in the beginning paying off school and wedding debts amongst learning how to live as one. We had such sweet moments in our tiny 800 square foot apartment riding our bikes to the beach and both beginning our masters programs. A time I wanted to rush through but now wish I could go back to those moments when we would decide out of the blue to walk to the nearest wing stop to watch the game time not being an issue. The house and a baby came next uniting us even more filling my heart fuller than I ever thought possible. He proposed an adventure of a lifetime, moving halfway across the country, and because I trusted him and his plans for us so deeply I knew it was going to be good. Never did I imagine it would be this good. A move to Texas, two more babies, and another move to the "country" and here we stand. I love our marriage; so real and true. We are not perfect nor do we strive to be for we know perfection only comes in Heaven. However, we are a perfect mess loving, fighting, laughing, forgiving, honoring one another with our whole hearts and very beings. He is my everything. He is all those cheesy one liners you here in romance movies. My soul mate. Best friend. Lover. Companion. And yes, he completes me. I hold onto the verse, "Every good and perfect gift is from above." James 1:17. Scott, you are my good and perfect gift directly from Heaven straight to my heart. Thank you for being my everything. All My Love Through Eternity, Megxoxo Thank goodness I have tissues by my computer because now I am crying. Lol.