I remember you then, when we first met.
You were the boy who loved to play basketball and video games and
you were always drawing something.
I was the awkward, shy girl with the bangs that curled under
hiding from the world and
always trying not to be noticed.
You noticed me.
You wrote me notes, drew me pictures, sat by me at lunch
and made me smile
like no one else ever did.
January 18, 1998
Yes, I still remember the date!
We were talking on the phone and you asked me to
be “your girl” in your “cool guy”
kind of way
and I giggled and said “sure” in a shy and shocked kind of way.
You walked me home from school the next day and all the days after.
I remember the day that you asked to hold my hand.
I didn’t know how
to answer that question
I just gave a shy nod and you took hold of my
hand and my heart
and it’s been yours ever since.
You rode your bike in the pouring rain
and falling snow
to come see me.
You asked me to the high school homecoming
and I was thrilled, I couldn’t wait!
The day came and
I was so embarrassed because I cut those
bangs of mine too short and I cried
and I remember
you said that you had the prettiest date there and
you couldn’t have been more proud.
We both worked at Wendy’s
in the evenings after school.
You flipping those burgers at the grill
and me taking orders
at the register.
It was Valentine’s Day and I bought you a card and a small gift
you surprised me with dinner
and a horse & buggie ride.
I still don’t know how you did it
I told you that you made me believe that I was the
most special girl in the world that day.
“You are” you said.
It was my birthday and my whole family was there.
You spoke up, nervous boy
with something to say
and everyone hushed to hear your words.
You knelt on one knee
in front of the whole crowd,
all of our family and friends standing
there to witness
and my heart beating all wild
when you took my hand in yours
and asked if I would be your wife.
Stunned and honored, my face blushed as red
as those roses on my dress
when I said yes to you.
The bridal shower came and I sat in chair
with my “bride” hat on, and still with those bangs,
and advice from women that I love
on how to be a good wife.
July 13, 2002
Stomach in knots and quivering with nerves,
I come walking down
the aisle of the church to you.
When I reach the front
where you are,
and I start to calm.
You hold my hand and you have my heart
and you repeat vows to me…
For better, For worse,
For richer, For poorer,
In sickness and In health,
Until death do us part.
And I repeat them to you and they
aren’t just words
but they are a
commitment to one another in this life of
We stand together and light the Unity Candle
symbolizing that our 2 lives
are now 1
and this life we’re living is,
it’s this 1 life
that we are making
We make a home in that tiny
I make dinner for 2
it on the small island there by the patio door
and you take my hand in yours
like you’ve always done
we pray and eat
and so begins this unified life with you.
Exactly one year later
we find this house.
It’s bigger than a 1 bedroom apartment
and we can’t wait
to make it our home.
I unpack our things and
daydream about what it will be like to be parents
as you paint
the nursery “precious moment pink”
for the little one with her heart beating just under mine.
3 weeks later, we’re parents.
Through the labor and delivery of all of our children,
you were there, at my bed side,
and holding my hand
and my heart.
You’ve held our babies,
fed our babies,
changed them and fathered them.
And their foot prints made instant imprints
on our hearts
in this unified life we are living.
3 daughters in a row, you living in this house full of girls
pink, princesses and everything glitter.
Then there was that day in 2008, we found out that the 4th little Neville was
on it’s way.
We enjoyed teasing you about having another girl.
You said that you were a pro at reading
and if it were a girl you would know
before the technician told us so.
We all laughed
and then laughed again when she announced
that it was
“finally a boy!”
with this unified life of ours complete with
“our quiver full”
of little Neville’s
and all the love that comes along
with that fullness,
I just want to tell
that I’m thankful that you still hold my hand and my heart
Thank you for being my always Valentine!
I love you Mr.Neville…Completely, Always & Forever!