My Valentine.

I met this man in 2004, and I will never forget the first time I really looked at him for the first time. He looked kinda similar to this, but the hair was longer, and he was, believe it or not, paler. Despite the fact it was summer when we met.

I really saw Aaron for the first time when we were both sitting pool side at Herrnhut apartments. I didn’t know this goofy guy from Adam, (seriously, I kept getting him and Isaac Bennett confused). He sat in a t-shirt that said “Home School Band” on it, his skinny legs sticking out of swim trunks, with his feet in the pool, talking to friends. I looked at him, and he smiled in a friendly manner, and I thought to myself out of the clear blue sky, “Huh. So that’s the guy I’m going to marry.” Famous last words.

Aaron and I had a long time between that sighting at the pool and our first date, as I was an intern, and he was leadership, and we wanted to start things right. We went on our first date the night of my graduation from the internship, and were engaged 9 months later, and married 4 months after that, on November 20th of 2005. Best day of my life when those chapel doors opened and I saw him there at the end of the aisle, grinning like a chimpanzee.

Aaron is an exceptional man. Women everywhere sit and visualize the perfect man they want to marry: Sensitive, but not all weird and girly, does dishes, thinks of his wife before himself, Godly, a good leader, always the first to say “I’m sorry” (even if he doesn’t necessarily know WHY he’s saying sorry), handsome, caring, willing to learn new things, willing to look goofy, opens the car door on date night, endeavors to make life better for those around him and always thinks that outfit you picked out looks awesome.

Those women and their fantasies of the perfect man ain’t got NOTHING on the reality I get to spend every day of my life with. He does all of the above and more, every single day. He does the easy stuff with a smile, and the tough stuff with ne’er a complaint or whine. He takes care of me, he gives me a shoulder to snuggle when I’ve had a bad dream, he even does the dishes. He gets up with Caden, he stays up with Caden, he changes diapers and makes breakfasts. He is the best. The maker of the coffee, the fetcher of foods craved by his pregnant wife, he truly has a servant heart.

If I can raise my sons to be like my husband, I’ll go to my grave a proud and successful woman, having sent forth real gentlemen and true-hearted men of God, because that’s who Aaron is.

So here’s to you Aaron Scott Bailey James, the love of my life, always my friend. Happy Valentine’s Day.

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About Jennifer James

I'm a full time mom who works full time. I'm a painter, a dreamer, and a believer that the most feminist thing you can do is adore your femininity. I say what I think, when it's appropriate for sharing. I write when I feel like I have something to say. I love always.

4 thoughts on “My Valentine.

  1. Love your entries 🙂 really excited for you and your family, especially because u’re due soon!

    I chanced upon your blog and love it! 🙂 Anyway I was reading this part and would like to ask…what do you mean by this famous line “Huh. So that’s the guy I’m going to marry.”?

    I’m at the crossroads myself so I thought of asking someone…with experience! HAHAHAHA!

  2. Honestly, it’s what went through my head when I saw him. I was confused by the thought, because I was not in any way looking for a relationship, much less a husband (at the time.). So to randomly have that thought pop into my head felt weird to me. It was the Lord, speaking some words to my heart.

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