After my last marriage and subsequent divorce, I prayed that the Lord would send me the right man—someone who would love me for who I am, appreciate my quirks, support my ambitions, and cherish my kids and family as much as I do.
Believe it or not, God helped me find Paul on a dating website. I was intrigued to discover that he worked in NASCAR (as a Fuel Man) and wrapped actual NASCAR cars, since I am passionate about cars and racing. I thought he would be a great person to talk to. I was upfront with him about my interests—cars, sports, etc.—and made it clear that my family and kids come first. He was completely okay with that and still wanted to continue our conversations.
Due to our busy schedules, it took us about a month to go on our first, second, and third dates. From our first date, I knew there was something special about Paul. He was out of town for a race when it was rained out, and he called to ask if I would like to go out for our first date. I explained that I had my daughter, whom I call Boobster, that weekend. He said that was perfectly fine and suggested letting her pick the movie.
When we arrived at the movie theater, he paid for my ticket and Boobster’s. He even got her snacks! I was amazed; he truly made the date about her. The same thing happened on our second date when we met at the park, and I had my kids, Boobster and Champ-Champ. Once again, he made it all about them.
On our third date, he took my family and me to our first Comic-Con since he is a big Iron Man fan, and he paid for the tickets. I thought to myself, "Who is this man?" The more we talked, the more I realized that we were complete opposites. Our interests differed, except for NASCAR. I had never dated a gentleman who was into computers, comics, Marvel and DC movies, and other geeky items. In many ways, he reminds me of Iron Man, but for some reason, we made it work. It must have been God’s plan.
Over the next few months, we continued to talk and date whenever our schedules allowed. He even joined my family and me at church services and on a church outing. Eventually, Paul got saved and baptized.
I knew I was falling in love with Paul when we were out on a date, and he quoted a special line from Iron Man 3. The quote goes like this: “The only reason I haven't cracked up is probably because you moved in, which is great. I love you. I'm lucky. But honey, I can't sleep. You go to bed, I come down here. I do what I know. I tinker. The threat is imminent. And I have to protect the one thing that I can't live without. That's you. And my suits—they're, uh...Machines. They're part of me.” That meant a lot to me, especially coming from him.


Now, let’s talk about the proposal. The very first time he proposed to me was in a candy store in the mall. He found a watermelon ring pop, got down on one knee, and asked me to marry him. Of course, I said yes. It was spontaneous and sweet. A few months later, we were on vacation at the beach with the family, and he proposed to me again, this time with my family there. I loved that ring and still wear it. Later, we found my current ring.
We tried to get married in December 2015, but life got in the way, so it didn’t happen. We made another attempt in 2016 and again in 2017, but it still didn’t work out. Eventually, Paul said he didn’t mind; he was happy to go to the courthouse to get married. We decided to choose a special date for ourselves and settled on my parents' anniversary, which is Groundhog Day. So, on February 2, 2018, at 2 PM, we finally tied the knot.
We agreed that we would have our vow renewal in 2020, but as we all know, that didn’t happen. So, we made up our minds to do our vow renewal in 2025. That will mark seven years of marriage and ten years together.

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