My wedding anniversary is fast approaching.  We have been laughing, making jokes and sharing memories thinking about the upcoming day.  As many of you already know, I met my Hubby when I was in first grade.  He is a little bit older than me and played GI Joes with my older brother while I played dolls with his little sister.  We lived down the street from each other and our Moms took turns driving us all to school, Vacation Bible School, or birthday parties. 

We have lots of memories of those years when we were neighbors. People that don’t know that we have known each other since childhood are always shocked by the picture I have framed of us as children together.  My family moved away from that neighborhood several years later but we both can remember seeing each other around town as teenagers.

Harvest Day at School

My Sis, Me, Hubby's Sis, Hubby, & his cousin Mark

In college his sister turned up in my Algebra class and she and I got reacquainted.  She was showing me pictures of her wedding shower when I made her flip back to a picture.  There was a good looking guy in the picture and she had not told me who he was.  When I asked, she laughed and said, “Oh you know him, that’s my brother.”  Wow! He had grown up! It wasn’t long after seeing that picture that I agreed to study at her house and have dinner with her family. LOL!

So… you never know who is living just down the street…

I thought it might be fun to share two poems I wrote about him when we were still dating.  One poem refers to “his kids”, not that he had any, but they are in reference to future children he would have.  At the time I wrote the poem I did not know that they would be “our kids”.  

The other poem I wrote when I was mad at him.  The funny thing is that in one poem I admire his dreams and in the other poem I am fed up with the dreamer.  Oh to be 19 again…

I love my wonderful husband who is my dream come true.

Hopes and Dreams

By Theresa C. Richardson 

I love to sit and talk to you

About all your hopes and dreams

The things you want to buy brand new

And all your money making schemes

I love to hear about the “Lazy R”

The cows grazing in the grass

The souped -up Camaro car

That I know you’ll drive too fast

I love to hear about your kids

And how things will be done

Your dreams of property bids

And mowing in the sun

I love, most of all, the fact

That you share these dreams with me

Please don’t stop to look back

Make real these visions that you see

Incidentally, of all the poems I’ve written to and about my Hubby; this one below that I wrote when I was mad is his favorite.

The Dreamer

By Theresa C. Richardson 

He’s a dreamer and I’m a realist

But I guess we fit together.

He thinks I underestimate.

I think he over believes.

He’s living in the future

Or even in the past.

Does he think about the present?

I often want to ask.

You’re the boy in Cougar’s songs

Or a least you want to be.

You’re the dreamer that sometimes

I wish that I could be.

You’re a man with a boy inside

Who wants to stay that way.

You’re Peter Pan, You’re Disneyland,