I am so thankful for this man...my man...man of God...the man that God so sweetly blessed me with to travel through this life. I’ve been so blessed with spending almost 37 years-5 years dating and going on 32 years of marriage-with this sweet guy. Now before you get this idea in your head of near perfection, let me be honest...lots of mistakes, grave mistakes-mostly on my part-have been made, but Darren always gallantly takes blame as well. Being a Daddy’s girl, raising boys who have grown into amazing men, having lots of incredible men in our family & getting to work with some of the best men in our industry, I can still say this man...well, he is the bestestest...lol!..I love making up words...I’m thankful for my man😊 It’s his birthday today and I didn’t want to miss the opportunity to share a little about one of the most incredible men I have ever had the sweet privilege to know, of whom I get to call mine and I am his😊
I could fill a book full of adjectives, loving phrases, sweet side-notes, but if you’ve read any of my blog posts, you know by now that I would rather share with you a story. The problem is, which story...the story of when he first asked me over to play volleyball with a group from FCA’s, but I told him that I couldn’t because I was canning beats. I was! I was helping my momma can...everything that summer! LOL! He thought I was just making an excuse not to hang out with him. I desperately wanted to go but couldn’t. He waited an eternity - 4 whole months - to ask me out. We were just friends...that’s just the way it was going to be...I had resolved. I’m so thankful God had other plans! Perhaps I should share about the the promise ring that he gave me for my 16th Birthday and the reaction my Daddy had...oh my goodness, I didn’t know throwing a newspaper down could make such a deafening sound! What about the story of him holding his sobbing, inconsolable bride of less than a week because no words would change that her daddy had just been diagnosed with prostrate cancer - of which, God miraculously intervened. The story of when we decided to start Yarbrough’s when we were still newlyweds is a good one! The adventures we had remodeling our first home is a good one too! But not all of the stories are fun to remember...the story where I left him after just two years of marriage because I was full of pride, selfishness, sin -God tried to warn me, but I wouldn’t listen- and after 3 months of separation, the faithful phone call from my sweet man telling me to come home. A few years later, we became parents, and I watched in awe...it is a beautiful thing to watch someone become a parent and the transformation that occurs. There’s also the story of walking through loosing his parents and brother, and watching him exhibit the Fruit of the Spirit-love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self control-with every step. We have had so many sweet adventures, so many sweet stories to tell- thrilling, terrifying, happy, sad...but today this is the story that keeps coming to mind.
This was early in our marriage, sometime before we had kiddos, and I remember because of which house we lived in. Lol, we have lived in so many...perhaps another story, another time,LOL! We were living in our first home on the north side of Blanchard. First home, first remodel/construction, first paint job, first business, first baby...lots of firsts in this house. Well, going back to first business, Yarbrough’s Heat and Air was run out of our home. Darren, back in those days, would take many forms of payment for his HVAC services. I remember an old milk can showing up on our front porch, there was also tools, eggs, and the like. My favorite thing that he brought home was a bright yellow bicycle...I’m talking neon, canary yellow. But this was no ordinary bicycle...this was a tandem bicycle...a bicycle built for two. Anyone who knows Darren, knows he was all about this barter. He came home and walked into the house with the biggest smile on his face. “Come here, I’ve got somethin to show ya.” He grabbed my hand, told me to close my eyes, turned me away from him and marched me forward, out of the house, down the front porch steps, guiding me out to the back of his truck. “Open your eyes,” he said. I opened my eyes and there it was...a bright yellow bicycle built for two. I turned to him with a slight grin, because I knew...I knew we were going for a ride...I knew he would take me faster than I wanted to go and to places that I didn’t care to be seen...LOL! I knew that he loved to make me laugh and squeal...I knew he would take me right through the center of town, right down Main Street laughing and singing while I would be laughing & squealing. I knew deep down that it would be thrilling.
“Let’s take her for a spin.”
“Now? I’m a mess!” I insisted.
He did not pay any attention to my protest, but crawled on the bike and extended his his hand. “Let’s go. It’ll be fun. I won’t go too fast,” he promised. So on the back I crawled, and off we peddled. We did go faster than I wanted, and yes, he headed straight for Main Street, and yes, it was thrilling and a treasured memory.
We were laughing about this last night just reminiscing a bit. “I don’t think I ever got you back on that bike.” I stopped laughing and suddenly felt a sting of regret. Knowing my thoughts he said, “It’s ok. We all have things that we wish we’d done a little differently.” Fruit of the Spirit.
I had someone stop me at church once, teasing me a bit and giving Darren a hard time, “I don’t know what you see in this guy.” We were all laughing, then I said with all seriousness, “then you do t know him very well.” A million-plus beautiful, big and little things that make me so thankful for this man, God’s man, the man that God saw fit to give me as my husband...a million-plus...I am thankful!!!
Happy Birthday Darren! You are a beautiful man of God, and I am thankful. Here’s to many more adventures and fun stories to tell...I know, let’s go find a bike!😃
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