my crush

little sister wrote a "i love my husband" post on her blog, and challenged everyone to do the same. i'm past due for a new post, and i am too am feeling very thankful for my babe. our story starts back in 1997...which is when i first fell in love with this six foot, two inch hottie. he was a popular senior basketball player and i was a little dorky sophomore with a silly crush. every day he came to collect the roll in my 4th hour english class (mr. evans). i would usually smile and turn bright red as we made eye contact, and megan would never fail to embarrass me somehow, usually by letting out a low key whistle. parker would always walk out with a huge grin on his face. the crush never died. before i knew it, everyone that attended mesa high was aware of my crush. i would go to his basketball games, make up silly cheers, do "drive-by's," of course prank call his house, make fake wedding invitations, and even practice signing my name Kanoe Cummard. i was truly in love with "P.C" his friends would give me pictures of him, which i would keep and stare at. i really was obsessed. my crush lasted the majority of my sophomore year, until one day i was completely caught off guard. my home phone rang, and i believe i was the one who answered; as we did not have caller id back then, i probably would not have. i remember his voice cracking as he said, "is Kanoe there?" our conversation was short...we went on our first date, with a group of friends to bahama bucks. i remember being squished in the back seat of his mom's car, and every time my head hit the roof i still thought i was in heaven. our first, and my VERY first kiss was in may of '97. almost exactly one month shy of my 16th birthday. we dated off and on from then on. i loved parker unconditionally, and knew someday he would marry me for eternity and would be the father of my children. i still have a crush on parker....i love how patient he is with me and the kids. how thoughtful he is of others. i love how easy he is to talk to, and how understanding he is. i love how he makes me laugh, especially when he does his made-up dance moves. i love how he is always the first one to say sorry. i love how tender his heart is, and how my kids melt it on a daily basis. i love his goofy laugh and his smile. i love his passion for sports and his competitive spirit. i love how he gives, and how he is understanding of others needs. i love his big green eyes and his thick brown hair. we may not have it all together, but together we have it all! parker is not "perfect," but he is perfect for me. today at lunch my kids were of course arguing over what they wanted us to make to eat. parker lectured them how they should be thankful for a warm meal and for things they have. which is when i then told the kids, how thankful they should also be for their dad, for without him and his hard work, we would not have food to eat, a comfortable home to live in and for transportation to get to the places we needed to go. with humble hearts each child thanked parker. and he humbly accepted. i felt proud. of my children and of their father.