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This week in 1986


I Love 80's music. I can't tell you the name of any songs, or who sings any songs. But I love 80's music! It doesn't make sense, but when do I ever make sense?!HA!

The other night I was reading my Kindle (surprised?) and Stephen was flipping through the channels (surprised?). He stopped on the Sirrius station that plays 80's music. Ther were playing the top 40 countdown from that week in 1986. Oh, the memories.

I listened and read, read and listened. And then I got to thinking about 1986.

That week 24 years ago was not a happy one for me. I had been dating a boy that had made some wrong choices and I was so terribly sad and heartbroken that I couldn't imagine being happy again.

CAN YOU IMAGINE?? I was 16, and thought that I wouldn't be happy again! I'm so glad I got over my melodramatic phase of life. HA!

So, as I'm laying in bed thinking that this week in the year 2010 is SO much better than 1986 Stephen mentioned that we spent everyday together that week in 24 years ago. I told him we most certainly did not. And he reminded me that in 1986 we had 2 classes together and in one of them we sat next to each other and were in the same group.

We had spent everyday together that week in 1986. He said he made me happy that week. He didn't even know what I had been thinking about, he surely didn't know what was going on in my mind back in 1986.

But, he was right. He probably had made me happy that week. He always did something to make me laugh, or hit him. I guess he just wanted me to touch him. He says he loved me even then. How sweet is that? When my heart was broken by some boy, Stephen was thinking that he would like to date me and marry me one day.

Today I'm so very thankful for my husband. When I try to imagine my life with someone else, well, I just can't. He is the one God made for me.

Comments

Kelley said…
I love it! That is so sweet!

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