The First Day

Sept. 3, 2000.  This is the day I met my wife.  The day that I really saw Pam for the first time.  Pam and I had met briefly at the church picnic the week before but only for about 5mins.  I found out later that she already knew who I was.   My mom and my great wife had been having lunch every week or so for a while.  So it would seem that I was the one who was out of the loop.  Which in some ways has become a theme in my household but I digress.  When we had talked briefly the week before.  We spoke of our children that are all around the same age.  Which led to Pam finding my number through the church directory and offering my girls some clothes.  I said yes and told her I was home.  Now guys it was the start of football season and I was all ready to watch some football.  I had Kool-aid, red, and my comfy white shorts.  I had just came from the baptism of a friend of mine and was ready to chill when Pam had called.  So a few minutes had passed by and I hear a knock on the door.  I opened the door and it was my wife.  Not just Pam but my wife.  I swear I could feel the Lord slap me and say this is the woman I picked for you.  The woman you prayed for.  This would be a good time to have a flashback.  Que weird flashback music and crazy circular visuals.  When I first prayed for my wife I did what most men do.  I prayed for boobs and a butt.  Then I prayed that she would be nice, chocolate, and caring, you know the usual stuff.  Also, short(maybe 5'2) because I'm 5'6 and thats about it.  So to my surprise I meet this beautiful woman who happens to be 5'2, chocolate and "blessed" in both areas while still small in the waist.  She was nice and caring but couldn't see me in front of her if her life depended on it.  So I ended up being the dreaded "friend".  As she went through her on again off again relationship.  I realize maybe I didn't pray with a good heart and pure intentions.  So I changed my prayer.  I told God I want the woman you want me to have.  I don't care what color she is.  I don't care what she looks like except that I do need to be attracted to her.  I don't care if anybody else is attracted to her just that I'm attracted to her.  I said I know she will not be prefect but I know she will be perfect for me.  That my wife will be able to handle the weirdness that is me.  Also I asked that God would slap me and put my wife right in front of me.  For those that know me I can be really "slooow".  I asked Him  to make sure there was no other woman that was in front of me because I knew, with my silly self,  that if my future wife was in front of me and another woman 3 blocks down that I could barely see I would pick the lady 3 blocks down the street.  So back to me being slapped.  Sure enough there was nobody else in my line of sight except for my beautiful gorgeous awesome wife, Pam.  Pamela, if your nasty lol sorry old school Janet Jackson joke.  I said hey come in.  I grabbed the clothes.  She came in as Moriah and Ephesia played outside in the courtyard.  she promptly took off her shoes like she owned the place and we started to talk.  It was around 4 and it was sunny outside.  I told her I was gonna watch some football and she didn't mind.  We had a great time together.  We kept talking about random things and watching the game(which now is one thing we like to do on Sundays).  The kids had a great time too.  'Riah was 5 and Phee was 3.  Now if you know kids you know that kids run in and out of the house when they are playing outside.  'Riah and Phee came in once(weird) just to get some Kool-aid.  At the time, I didn't know this would be a big moment.  I poured the girls their cups of juice about half way and they drank it and went on there way.  My wife thought that was the sexiest thing ever.  I know crazy right, but she did.  Plus she thought the shorts was hott too.  We went back to watching TV and talked some more.  We looked at the clock and it was 9.  Before she left we gave each other a big hug and stared into each others eyes and we knew.  I almost kissed her on the spot but she stopped me.  I'm glad she did.  It was the wise thing to do.  We had just met.  For the next few days we talked for hours on the phone and got to know each other more but I'll get into our courtship another day. So that is how we got together and by the way my wife is 5'2 white chocolate, curves in the right places and the sweetest caring friend and lover I will ever know.  So God did me one better and gave me what I wanted and most importantly what I needed.  Sept 3, 2000 The beginning of being in love with my wife