A friend had said to me that when she first met her husband, she didn't find him "attractive". He was nice. It was around the third date that she said that he really started to grow on her. She said that somewhere along the way, they fell in love. This really got me thinking. Could this happen to me?
The story goes that she met him years ago. She said there was an attraction to him in the beginning, but she hid it. She realized he only wanted to be her friend. She actually was seeing someone in another state anyways so that made it easy for her to brush off the feelings.
Life happens. Change occurs. She was dumped by her boyfriend and spun a little bit out of control. He was there to lift her up and help her on her merry way. Time went on. They became closer friends. The attraction thing happened again and she was shut out from his life for a short period of time. It killed both of them. They knew too much about the other to not be friends. Time heals all wounds. Together again.
Another year goes by and the friendship blooms. No more edginess between them. Just two people who could not be separated from each other. It was like they were twins. You could not have one without the other.
Another year goes by. Now they seem as one. Just looking at them you can see the friendship. You can see the love. The way they look at each other when the other isn't looking. The way they just look at each other and laugh for no reason at all. The way he says the simplest "I am sorry that happened to you" so sweetly. The way her eyes sparkle when he walks in a room. The way he stares at her smile when she's not looking. The way she makes silly faces behind his back and he catches her. There isn't a reason they shouldn't be together. They know each other perfectly.
Somewhere along the way they fell in love. They both know it. Now, how are they going to show it?
Saturday, January 28, 2012
To my Sister, with love
I have planned a chapter in my book to be about my sister. For those of you who know me, you know that my sister is one of my heroes. I love her SO very much. She is an inspiration to me. And tonight she reminded me that I haven't written in quite a while. So I figured it was time to write her chapter.
I met my sister for the first time when she was 8 years old. Her parents had been separated and her dad met my mom while on a job in Nevada. Our meeting was a little bitter sweet. It was Christmas time. Her life was in turmoil because of the recent separation of her parents. I was excited to meet them, but had been an only child for 11 years that I wasn't so sure about sharing my mom or my things. Let me tell you she wasn't so sure about sharing her dad or her things either.
Things happened and our parents went their separate ways. It wasn't until I was a junior in high school that I got to meet her again. This time we were a lot older and the same feelings stood in our way. She thought I was perfect. I thought she was spoiled. Neither one of us got along too well. We had our ups and downs as sisters do, but it was hard for her having two women come in her home and she had to share her dad, her brothers, her family, everyone with just the two of us.
To make a long story short, we eventually grew to love each other. In fact, we always loved each other, we just had to learn to let things go that didn't matter. It wasn't until she had Sydney, that we really started to grow closer. It is amazing how a sweet little girl coming into your life unexpectedly changes things. As my sister had her other two kids, Nathan and Sheila, I was there for their births. After my divorce from Harley, I spent more and more time with her and her family. Now, we see each other as often as we can. Some weeks daily.
I love my sister. She is an inspiration to me because she has never given up. She is a fighter. She is stubborn. She is my best friend. She is my sister.
Memories I share with my sister: making strawberry daiquiris and going to church softball, her purple overall shorts, getting our wisdom teeth out together, when she got married to Mike and was eating white chocolate covered Oreos, when Nathan was born, when Sheila was born, camping trips, trips to Montana, being there every time she ever puked after drinking, taking her to the ER for her knee, countless BBQ's, many nights crying my eyes out over stupid boys, sharing my patriarchal blessing with her, and who know what else is to come.
Tonight when she returned, I once again cried my eyes out to her about a "stupid boy". I say stupid because he just doesn't realize what is there. I cried as she spoke so lovingly to me. She spoke to me about faith and my patriarchal blessing. She reminded me of the time when we sat on the floor in our room and I read it to her. Talk about divine intervention. This is why she is my sister. She loves me. She knows who I am with all my faults and still loves me. She supports me in my endeavours. She helps me laugh at my fears. She kicks me in the butt when I need that extra push. Did I say that she loves? I think that is what makes her the best sister in the world. Besides being a great wife, mother, and daughter. She knows the desires of my heart are true and wants me to be happy.
My sister, Mandy Johnson, is a kind, caring, compassionate, loving, bold, respectable, gracious, giving, amazing woman who I am honored to have in my life. I love her with all my heart. Thank you sister for loving me. You truly are my inspiration.
I met my sister for the first time when she was 8 years old. Her parents had been separated and her dad met my mom while on a job in Nevada. Our meeting was a little bitter sweet. It was Christmas time. Her life was in turmoil because of the recent separation of her parents. I was excited to meet them, but had been an only child for 11 years that I wasn't so sure about sharing my mom or my things. Let me tell you she wasn't so sure about sharing her dad or her things either.
Things happened and our parents went their separate ways. It wasn't until I was a junior in high school that I got to meet her again. This time we were a lot older and the same feelings stood in our way. She thought I was perfect. I thought she was spoiled. Neither one of us got along too well. We had our ups and downs as sisters do, but it was hard for her having two women come in her home and she had to share her dad, her brothers, her family, everyone with just the two of us.
To make a long story short, we eventually grew to love each other. In fact, we always loved each other, we just had to learn to let things go that didn't matter. It wasn't until she had Sydney, that we really started to grow closer. It is amazing how a sweet little girl coming into your life unexpectedly changes things. As my sister had her other two kids, Nathan and Sheila, I was there for their births. After my divorce from Harley, I spent more and more time with her and her family. Now, we see each other as often as we can. Some weeks daily.
I love my sister. She is an inspiration to me because she has never given up. She is a fighter. She is stubborn. She is my best friend. She is my sister.
Memories I share with my sister: making strawberry daiquiris and going to church softball, her purple overall shorts, getting our wisdom teeth out together, when she got married to Mike and was eating white chocolate covered Oreos, when Nathan was born, when Sheila was born, camping trips, trips to Montana, being there every time she ever puked after drinking, taking her to the ER for her knee, countless BBQ's, many nights crying my eyes out over stupid boys, sharing my patriarchal blessing with her, and who know what else is to come.
Tonight when she returned, I once again cried my eyes out to her about a "stupid boy". I say stupid because he just doesn't realize what is there. I cried as she spoke so lovingly to me. She spoke to me about faith and my patriarchal blessing. She reminded me of the time when we sat on the floor in our room and I read it to her. Talk about divine intervention. This is why she is my sister. She loves me. She knows who I am with all my faults and still loves me. She supports me in my endeavours. She helps me laugh at my fears. She kicks me in the butt when I need that extra push. Did I say that she loves? I think that is what makes her the best sister in the world. Besides being a great wife, mother, and daughter. She knows the desires of my heart are true and wants me to be happy.
My sister, Mandy Johnson, is a kind, caring, compassionate, loving, bold, respectable, gracious, giving, amazing woman who I am honored to have in my life. I love her with all my heart. Thank you sister for loving me. You truly are my inspiration.
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