My name is Nicole and I blog over at "Life in The Boy's Locker Room", "The Johnson Experiment" and "Working it".
Where do I start?
Oh how I love this man of mine...
I am pleasantly surprised at how much I love Big Daddy. Now before you take that line all twisted let me just say that once you have kids with someone its amazing how much you find that you love that person more, but in a different way. Still thinking a little twisted? Well let me give you some examples...
1. I love Big Daddy for secretly leaving money in my purse pockets for me to find. He always denies it but I KNOW it's him. Makes me feel a lot less guilty for already going out and spending money on myself the week before. I mean come on! It's boot season, and I 'needed' a pair.
2. I love how he would never EVER tell me that I am getting chubby: "Hey babe, you wanna work out with me? I have the best ab exercise that I know you'll love."
3. How about how he totally accepts that I may not be a clean freak like him, and how he never says how messy I am: "I love that ALL your things are all together on your night stand. I mean even your shoes that you wore this past weekend are right there."
4. He's always telling me how beautiful I look. Even sick with the flu with my waist length hair in a big frazzled knot.
You see? How couldn't I love him? Heehee...
I have been married now going on 7 years. 7 years!
That's like 15 years these days. 2004! That seems like forever ago!
Our love story started out as a definite surprise. I moved to Lousiana after college to be with a guy stationed there.
Obviously it didn't work out ;).
Anyhoo...I was managing a hip hop clothing store around the time I decided that I would move back to Hawaii. Just about 8 months prior, I had sent my older boys back to live with my family so I could get everything squared away to move. It was a slow day at work and in he walks in nothing but a wife beater and some jeans. "Hey how ya doing?" -- that was me.
This was him -- Looks at me kinda sideways and just says "Man I'm good" and proceeded to walk to the back of the store. Dude really?! I was just being nice! I was super feisty back then and I wasn't having it! And hell, he was too damn good looking to have an attitude like that.
So I go over to where he was looking at jeans and proceeded to "sales talk" him into a pair. This is the part of the story that he says I was throwing myself at him. LOL. This is true, totally can't deny it. Blah blah blah, he ends up getting a pair on sale and just walks out.
I thought damn I shoulda got this dude's number. So I sent one of my sales associates who was in the store hanging out to try and find him. (It was a small mall.)
Well no sooner does he walk out that Big Daddy walks back in. He grabs a business card and writes his name and phone number on the back of it and hands it to me.
Tells me I was pretty cool and we should hang out. Hell ya! We hung out the next day and spent everyday with each other since then.
Obviously, I never made it back to Hawaii and a year later we were married.
Our engagement story...I'll save that for another time...trust me...it's hilarious!
Big Daddy and I have what I believe as the greatest marriage.
Of course I may be a bit biased.
Big Daddy is what I would call a man's man. A cave man. He grunts, scratches, adjusts, farts, knows everything about sports and cars and believes a woman's place is in the kitchen: barefoot, pregnant, and cooking him dinner. Me? I'm that raised as an independent woman type. You know, I can do just fine by myself. But together, we are just plain awesome.
He really does complete me. It's like I never knew what I had been missing until I met him.
SUPER corny, I know, but hey...it is what it is.
It's been a long journey so far. I mean in the 7 years we've been married, we've had friends get married and get divorced just that quick.
Marriage is definitely work. As much effort as you put into your day job is as much and sometimes more effort you need to put into your marriage.
Throw in children, and it quadruples your effort. We are 2 completely different people, raised in 2 different households, who believe in one thing.
Simply put: LOVE.
We bicker. Oh lord, Allah, whoever is up there, do we bicker! Like Adrienne and Paul bicker!
But we believe so much in our love that we are strong together. Strong minded and strong willed leads to some non sense bickering but I'll take that.
Acceptance is a big deal too. Yes you dreamt of some fairy tale wedding like on tv, but accept that THIS, what's in front of you, is real. Accept that you can't change a person into your "ideal" husband/wife.
I love the grunting and yes I love the farting. It makes him a man. A man I love.
If you read this all the way through I want you to take away one thing...2 words. 2 words that get left out a lot these days.
HAVE FUN. Laugh at stupid stuff.
Give each other dumb pet names.
Don't be afraid to just break out into song and dance naked or in your bath towel every now and then. (Yes, I do this quite often since I know you are dying to know. Hahahahaha.)
We have a lot of fun, me and Big Daddy. A whole lot.
No one else matters besides me and him in this world (besides our boys). And that's how I think we've made it this far.
**Nicole is practically like my twin in the blog world, we have so many of the same likes and dislikes and think so alike. I hope you take the time to visit one of her blogs and show some love**










































