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Tuesday, February 15, 2011

the story of us...

Well, as we have discussed before, I am a hopeless romantic.  I love the sappy love stories, even if half of them are seriously impossible...I am still sucked in and watch them time and time again.

Have you ever noticed that almost every one of these types of movies have the line in it, “any man who doesn’t appreciate who you are doesn’t deserve you anyway...” or “I hope that he knows what a lucky man he is to have you...)or something along those lines? You get the picture.  It is a little ridiculous, but those movie writers KNOW! They know exactly how to feed our female ego and keep us coming back for more!  We want to know that we are loved and that the man who loves us knows how special we are!

Can you find us in this awesome picture?
With yesterday being Valentine’s day, I thought I would give you all a little of the love story that is my life...

I have known my husband Matthew since we were in the 7th grade, about 13 years old I guess.  (the same age that my son is now...oh man!) I knew him because his parents owned a family restaurant that my family ate at quite a bit, but I actually met him at a band concert.  He played saxophone and I played the trumpet.  (Not the best instrument for meeting guys since it leaves a fabulous little circle on your lips!)


I was so excited to see him and talk to him at that concert.  We entered from the side of the auditorium (outside) down a series of stairs and little platforms.  He was ahead of me in the line so I had a great vantage point from higher up the stairs...the disadvantage was that  I was so busy gawking at him that I failed to see that we had come to the next set of stairs...yep, I fell.  He didn’t see me fall, but my hose were ripped and my knees were bleeding.  I was so embarrassed and then just wanted to go and hide! We did exchange a few brief words, but I don’t hardly remember what they were because I was just trying to hide my knees! (I later found out he asked one of his friends about me and his friend said not to mess with me, because I was a “Bartlett” girl. i.e. I was from the country school and he was from the city school!)

Matthew with one of his friends...sporting some nice hair!
The years went by and we became friends through junior high and high school, hanging out together and, of course going to band functions together.  He became a stable voice of reason in my life at times that I wasn’t sure life was worth continuing. He taught me to love good Christian Music and appreciate musicians like Joe Satriani... oh the memories! Eventually, our Senior year of high school, he finally asked me out! He took me to see “Necessary Roughness,” a football movie! (I didn’t even care what the movie was, I was just excited that he finally had asked me out!)

We were very much in love.  We already knew each other so well from being friends that there wasn’t any awkwardness in dating.  Quite honestly, not a whole lot changed.  We didn’t really “date” like most people would think.  I hung out at his house or he hung out at mine.  I don’t think we actually went on a whole lot of dates until we were in college.

After graduation we went off to college together and dated until he proposed on December the 21, 1993. Of course, I said yes! It was one of the most memorable, romantic nights of my life.  Roses and Candlelight, Dinner by the Fire, Snow, Christmas Lights and “Big” Wishes being made as we threw quarters into the waterfall at Big Cedar Lodge and Restaurant.

We were married January 7, 1995.

Over 16 years ago....

Time has flown by and yet at points, seemed to stand still.  We have been through times that were sheer fun and times that would have sent most couples packing and headed their separate ways.  Through it all we have been there for each other.  When I am down, he lifts me up and when he is down I do the same.  I think that the thing that has kept us strong through the years is not just the foundation of friendship and true love that our relationship was built on, but truly God, Himself.  He is the common thread. He refuses to let us quit, on life or each other!  I never want the fun and excitement that we have had through the years to ever go away.  It helps that, most of the time, we don’t take ourselves too seriously and we both remember that we are just human.

I can truly say that after knowing him for more than 24 years, I am just as much in love with Matthew today as I was the day I met him.. I don’t know that he always believes me about this.  I think sometimes he thinks I am blinded...maybe I am, but if so, I hope no one ever takes off the blindfold!

Whether you have found true love, or are waiting for it to find you, I hope that you find as much joy and fun as we have.

Thanks for stopping by!

Crazy Mom, Crazy Wife, Crazy Life...and hopeless romantic,

Wendy Jo

Friday, February 11, 2011

a moment of rebellion...

It’s been an interesting week in the Davis house...not that that is anything unusual!  The kids are sleeping, which is nice for me, I have been busy, busy, busy with my businesses, and the kids have had career day, tests, papers, auditions and rehearsals!

Now...diving in:

I have to say, first, that my nose hurts.  I decided last year in the early summer to go and get my nose pierced.  It was a time in my life where I just didn’t really care what anyone thought and I wanted to do something fun and crazy. I’m not a drinker, a partier...quite frankly, I really haven’t had much of a “life” outside of my family all these years...

Even in high school I, for the most part, followed all the rules and did what I was supposed to. Okay, I am rambling...back to the point.

So I went and got my nose pierced with my nanny. (See not so great photo on the right). She was happily 18 and able to finally get it done and I was happy to go along and suffer the pain and do it too!  I really do like it, but last night, for the second time in about a month, I was cuddled up too close to Matthew, sleeping soundly when he rolls, catches the covers on my nose ring and rips it out!!!! Yowza! That is one rude awakening let me tell you!  We managed to dig through the covers and find it, but it is making me second guess my little token of rebellion... hmmm.

I skyped with a great friend this week.  I wonder what I would do without technology?  I am really quite spoiled.  We have moved so frequently that a majority of my closest friends live miles away.  Through the beauty of skype I can actually have coffee with my dear friend, even though she lives two time zones away...oh how I miss hanging out on her couch, snowed in and solving all of life’s problems.



As I was cruising through the computer this morning, trying to work, but of course helping myself to a little bit of “play”, I discovered that my dear boy had once again gotten his hands on the photo booth of our mac.  Below you will see some candid photos of the Carter-man at his best! (With a little help from Caleb...)

















And that, in a nutshell, tells you what my life is like on a daily basis!

Thanks for stopping by!

Crazy Mom, Crazy Wife, Crazy Life

Wendy Jo

Saturday, February 5, 2011

A snowy day...again

Well, it’s been awhile.  I really don’t know what to write, but I feel that I should be writing something.  “They" say you should blog every day, even when you don’t feel like blogging, that your most honest, heart-felt writing can come from those days you don’t feel like writing...so here we go!

My children are spread out amongst the 1000 square feet that is our lovely little condo...it really is lovely, and I try to be thankful!  I watch them interact and go about their little lives and think back to the carefree days of my childhood.  You want to grow up so badly that you can hardly stand it, not knowing the days that are ahead.  My parents did a pretty good job of hiding any difficulties from us kids growing up.  I mean, we knew we weren’t rich, but we probably had no idea how tight things really were for our family.

I watch Carter running around like a crazy man, eating everything in sight and try not to worry how we will feed the child as he grows...he is sure to send us straight into poverty with his appetite!  He can out-eat most of the rest of the family.

I wonder what life will be like for each of my kids.  Their hopes, their dreams.  Which ones will be fulfilled and which ones will be crushed.  That’s hard to think about.  That I can’t make every dream come true for my kids.  And how do you encourage them to have those hopes and dreams without throwing in your own cynicism?  It would be easy to tell them they were silly for dreaming so big, that the dreams of being whatever it is they want to be are so far fetched...but, who knows?  No one!

I remember teachers, counselors, pretty much everybody in my life tried to tell me not to go to Bible College.  They said I was wasting my intelligence, my knowledge, that I should go to a big University and get my degree in the medical field, or law...but I was not to be deterred.  I knew what I wanted and it didn’t involve any of those things.  It is, exactly what I dreamed it would be.  Married to my high school sweetheart and raising a whole bunch of wonderful kids!  Really. Has it been easy? Um, NO! But am I where I am supposed to be? ABSOLUTELY! I hope my children are learning that life isn’t always easy, but if we work together we can accomplish just about anything!


As you enjoy all of these snow days, remember to just take some time to enjoy your kids.  These days are precious and far between.  It isn’t often that we are all “trapped” together with nowhere to go and nothing to do.  Pull out the game of Life, or Monopoly, or a puzzle and enjoy the time together.  Listen to your kids chatter about their hopes and dreams and let them know that ANYTHING is possible!!!

Thanks for stopping by!

Crazy Mom, Crazy Wife, Crazy Life

Wendy Jo