He is my best friend and husband for life!!!!

I AM 29YRS.as of July 5th AND MY HUSBAND IS 36 as of Jan. 12! WE HAVE TWO KIDS, LOGAN AND JOURNEY. NOT ONLY IS MY HUSBAND MY LIFE MY WORLD, BUT OUR KIDS ARE TOO THEY ARE EVERYTHING TO ME. IM GOING TO COLLEGE FOR MY R.N. I LOVE DRIVING FAST CARS,I WOULD LOVE FOR MY HUSBAND TO BUY ME MY MAZDA SPEED 6- 6 SPEED ZOOM ZOOM BABY!!! I LIKE WATCHING MOVIES AND JUST BEING WITH OUR FAMILY. I LIKE ALL KINDS OF MUSIC AND ALL KINDS OF MOVIES!!! MEANT TO BE! All it took was one hot summer day in August to change my life forever. Bam! there he was up on a roof next to where I worked. Could I get him to notice me, or was I not good enough for him? Damn he is a very good looking man, I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. Every time my friend and I went to break, the men were still up on the roof yelling at each other, “Do this, Do that.” Finally, at the end of my shift, I asked one of the girls that I worked with if she would ask him for his phone number, she said no, but I was persistent, finally the rest of the girls I worked with came out to leave and I called them over to my car and told them how hot I thought he was, and that I wanted his phone number, but I didn’t want to ask for it myself because I was scared. Gracefully, but all at once all of us yelled up to the guy on the roof. “Hey you!,” I yelled and a tall man yelled back “Who me?”, I replied ,“NO not you, him,” and the man that I had been checking out all day stood up and said, “Me?”, “Yes you,” I replied, “What is your phone number?” I asked, “I’m too old for you” he said, and all at once we asked him how old he was, and he yelled ,“31,” “She’s 25,” the girls yelled back and so I asked him once again what his phone number was, but he wouldn’t give it to me, instead he asked me for mine. I told him what it was and the tall man told him as he wrote the number on the roof, “You better call her to make sure she didn’t give you a fake number, she’s on her cell phone right now.” Just then my second line beeped in and I told my friend to hold on so I could click over to talk to him which I did; I asked him his name, he said “Greg,” I told him my name was Heather, then I asked “Are you married or do you have a girlfriend?”, “Nope,” he replied, so my next question was “What time do you get off work?”, “5:00 p.m. or a little later,” he told me and I told him, “Call me when you get off work and make sure you do, I have your number on caller ID,” “I will, don’t worry,” he said. Knowing that I had a twenty to thirty minute drive from Tacoma to Puyallup I drove as fast as traffic would allow me. Leaving my car, I ran up the stairs to my apartment, unlocked the door and opened it quickly, I flew inside and waited for the phone call I was hoping for. Minutes seemed like hours, the phone rang but it wasn’t Greg, it was my friend Denise from work calling to find out if he had called yet, “No,” I told her. Now the time was 4:50 p.m. and my phone rang again, this time it was Greg, I asked him if he had eaten dinner yet, “ No,” he replied, “Good we’re going out to dinner,” I told him, I asked him where he lived, “In Tacoma,” he answered, but he said it didn’t matter, he would come to Puyallup, and he did, we had decided to meet at Shari’s on South Hill. Overly excited about our phone call, I called Denise back and told her what was going on, she asked me what I was going to wear and I told her I didn’t know as I was looking through my closet, finally finding what I was going to wear, I pulled it out, got off the phone and jumped into the shower. Pacing around all dressed and ready to go but I had to wait for that last phone call from Greg. Quivering at the knees, I was a bundle of nerves as the phone rang. Relaxing, I finally realized it was Greg calling to tell me he was on his way to meet me. Suddenly, I felt like a giddy child with butterflies in my stomach. Time seemed to drag by as I drove to Shari’s. Ultimately the anticipation that I felt was all due to the knowledge of my first meeting with Greg. Vividly I remember pulling up to the restaurant, he stood there as sexy as could be, waiting for me. When we sat to eat, the first words he spoke were, “I am not Mexican!, I am white and Vietnamese, just wanted you to know.” X-raying him with my eyes was all I could do, being stuck on his handsome appearance. Yet there was something more to him than his appearance. Zigzagging through my mind, now I realized my assumptions were correct and I had to have him around for the rest of my life. He is my Best Friend and Husband for Life!!!!!!!!!!!!
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