Impressed

 I love that when I share stories about Alden, that people can get to know him in a sense. 

I want to always show him off. As much as he was my biggest fan, I am always going to be his. 

Alden had a history of impressing me. I had a history of underestimating him. 

On our very first date, at age 18, he impressed me with how much of a gentleman he was. He insisted on getting every door for me and when he took me bowling with people I didn't know, he made sure I wasn't uncomfortable and was very attentive to me- making sure I was having fun. 

Once we were adults, and officially trying out dating...he impressed me one night as he made his way to get us something to drink. "I remember you like sprite." He said. Seriously, we hadn't had much to do with eachother...like ever...but he knew my drink preference? Yep. 

He impressed me a few days later when he told me he had spent the night reading about my religion and what my standards were. I remember my jaw dropped at that one. 

He impressed me when I told him I wanted a bench for our garage and so he looked up a video and plans and just made one one night. (It is beautiful, might I add) He impressed me when he made 2 matching work benches for us as well, teaching himself how to do fancy cuts for the legs.

He impressed me when he told me he wanted to carve a fish out of a block of wood, and proceeded to do so. 

He impressed me when he would have random knowledge about obscure things. 

He impressed me when he learned how to make cook over medium eggs exactly how I like them...because many restaurants even fail at that. 

He impressed me when he remembered a passing conversation I had had with him years prior so he could get me the perfect Christmas gift. 

He often joked that I should stop being surprised by him. But he never ceased to surprise me with things. 

I was impressed with what a good husband he was too...and he was a wonderful husband for me. 

I learned so much from him. So many little things. I will be forever grateful for that. 

My counselor told me something that stuck with me. She said that by knowing me people will get to know Alden...because my love for him is very much a part of who I am. And it's true. 

So thanks for reading a part of Alden...and a part of why I love him, so very much. 

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