Wednesday, October 8, 2014

The Man Behind the Woman Behind the Blog

On Monday you got to know a bit about me. But to get to know me better, I should introduce you to my husband Spencer. He's my BFF, my roommate, my support, Mr. YDD, the peas to my carrots, the peanut butter to my jelly, the ying to my yang, ...seriously, I could come up with these all day. I'm a mad woman. Someone stop me.

Spencer and I met my freshman year of college, but it wasn't until my sophomore year that we really began getting to know one another. Want to see a super adorable picture of the early days? 

Circa 2007 - He was a lot less amused than he looks here.

Cuties, yes? Well, things were off and on and back and forth for awhile after that. About 2 years to be specific. But then we decided we were tired of being so dumb and just face the fact that we were both happier with one another than without (which was obviously the reason we were terrible at not speaking, or holding to "seriously, we're not getting back together this time"). He went with me to my sister's wedding in 2009, and this happened:

Watch your hands, mister! My father's watching you...

Yep, I caught the bouquet and he caught the garter. Coincidence? Not exactly. After the bouquet landed in my hands and the single gals left the dance floor, the garter was tossed. All of the single guys basically trampled one another to clear out of the way, a plan of which Spencer was unaware. So he was the only one left to walk over and pick it up. I prefer to think that it was more out of respect for him (being my date) than their determination not to end up with me (so goes the tradition), but I guess that will forever remain a mystery.

Well, after another 2 years of dating, he determined he could not live one more day without taking me off the market. So that's exactly what he did. August 6, 2011, Spencer proposed to me in the USC Soccer Stadium where he once played. It was supposed to be a midfield nighttime picnic, but the thunderstorm that rolled that day in had other plans. So he set up a table, candles (everywhere), music, dinner, pictures, and flowers under the stands, right by the women's bathroom (conveniently, as I definitely cried the ugly-face cry) to prevent the wind from knocking the table over. 
(Sidenote: this also ended up being a memorable place for us because about 8 months later, the school actually hired him as an assistant coach!)

Obviously I said yes, and here's a picture of us performing a super cool maneuver for our engagement pictures. Luckily, he didn't drop me.

Mid-field Dip Move

On June 9, 2012 we made if official. Hitched for life. For better or worse, in sickness and in health. 

WARNING: If you have a weak stomach, please do not continue reading.

I had to write a special post for my main squeeze because to truly know me, you have to know about him. Spencer Lewis is my greatest blessing. He lifts me up when I'm down, he laughs with me, he prays with and for me, he gives great hugs, and he (lovingly) tells me to buck up when I need to hear it. He supports me in everything I do, and encourages me to step up and do the things that I don't think I'm capable of (ie. this blog). He's a hard worker, a good friend to everyone, and loves the Lord. Spencer is truly the most humble, generous, and kindhearted man I know. He is the reason for my smiles.

End of nausea-educing portion.

I'll leave you with this gem because I can. 
It's love, y'all. <3

Photo Credit: Tye and Emily Photography

Until next time - - 

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