March 18, 2011

Love

We were so young. I remember some friends of mine and I were going to a No Doubt concert and my friend said "You should date Travis Albini. That'd be sooo cute." For some reason I said "Ew, no". I think I was just embarrassed and thought I wouldn't have a chance to be with the cute quarterback who has abs and muscles (a lot of freshmen boys hadn't quite reached that).

I think it was fate. We had both just gotten out of relationships--and by relationships I mean a month long fling where we held hands with someone and the only time we were had a conversation was on aim. Travis and I started dating when we were 14 years old. When I see 14 year olds now, I think 'we weren't that little, dorky, awkward, self-involved, etc'. But...we were. We had a few bumps in the road between our freshman and sophomore year of high school but were good to go after some time apart and seeing that no one else compared. He was cute. After I typed that I thought 'He is really cute!'

I recently saw on a friend's blog that the most important thing in a friendship is history. Travis and I definitely have that. When we got married, we had been dating for 6 years. We knew each other. Oh--if only we knew what we know now.

We will be married for 3 years in June. It has flown by but at the same time I feel like we have been married for our whole lives. I didn't know Travis when he was 5 years old with a mullet, when his best friend was his sling shot. But I feel like I knew him. I see his face light up when he and his brother talk about how they used to swing from the rope swing in their backyard. I see how excited he gets when he talks about how they used to sit on the couch and pretend they were cowboys riding the same horse bareback holding on to each other for dear life, trying to catch the bad guys. He beams talking about his younger sister Mallory. When she was young she accidentally burnt her hands on a grill and he loves talking about how they all pretended that she was a boxer with her hands wrapped up in gauze. I can picture him pretend jabbing with her, being so gentle. I love seeing the videos of him at about 5 years old wrestling his baby sister and letting her win-- his heart. It was so selfless and pure then just like it is now. I can picture him wrestling with our children, letting them win, being ecstatic when they do a move that he taught them.

I don't really know why I am writing this. When I sat down and realized that it had been a few days since I posted something, I didn't know what to write about. We write about the things we love, the people we love. I love Photography. I love nature. I love my family. I love Jesus. I love crafts. And I love my husband. (In no particular order)

 So there you have it for a random post about my love. And since a post is always better with a few pictures--here are some photos of our younger days together. These were high school and early college.




We were so skinny and I was so blonde! To not worry about spending $90 a month on getting your hair dyed-- Geeze.

I wish I had files on my computer of pictures before this time. I have some awkward beauties from Freshman year but they are just prints.

Thanks for your love, babe.

And thank you for following!

3 comments:

  1. I remember during middle school when we'd prank call all the boys we liked haha That seems like yesterday. So happy you're with the love of your life, Danee :)

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  2. We were some crazy kids!:) Thanks Michi!

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  3. I love you so much. It is so obvious that God made you perfect for each other. I am happy to know you wonderful people.

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