We’re getting hitched!

It was just a regular Wednesday night for me. I got ready in my little apartment for my shift to teach dance at The Jump (a local bar in town). I endured piles of snow and tremendous sleet in my old reliable, Toyota 4Runner. I ordered a hot toddy and lead a few line dances on stage. All of a sudden, I spot this mop of blond hair out of the corner of my eye. Sam & all his buddies had just walked in, I knew immediately they were local boys. They had the glow of manure and motor oil. To my amazement, without any coaxing from me, my friend had scampered over to them, probably to razz them and give them a hard time. We must of had the same idea, because I trailed in not too far behind her. I did what any brave and eligible gal would do... ask his friend to dance instead. So, he and I swung around a bit. Eventually, I made my way over to Sam, and mind you he's a pretty good dancer, and any skill he lacked he made up for in his confidence. He sang an entire song to me and we danced for 5 songs in a row! He left and I felt some connection to him & was sad to see him leave. We exchanged a brief hug, (the reason he came back ) and he was out the door. I was leaving the next morning for Oregon. It was only a few days before Christmas. He returned the following week, to find a new set of line dance teachers and a line of women who wanted to dance. Which to my luck, he mostly declined. 2-3 weeks pass by and we are two ships in the night. But then... To my surprise and delight some weeks later I spot that mop of blond hair walking back through the door. And I am on a mission, I am practically shoving my students out of the way just for the small chance I would get to talk to him. And we talked, and I certainly tried my best to impressed him . Thank The Lord for teaching Sam grace. I thought I was giving him my best, smiling politely, touching his arm, asking HIM to dance. I even told him to his face "I'm flirting with you". Well, to both yours and my frustration he leaves that night with nothing but a hug. (I do give great ones) I WAS STUMPED. Another week passes, and here he comes again, the same crew in tow. Thank goodness they were coaxing him along too. We danced and chatted the whole night again. Finally, the end of the night is approaching and I can sense a bit of worry in his eye. He looks over and finally he mutters "Well, I'd like to take you on a date, can I have your phone number?" And we've been thick as thieves ever since. The story ran a bit deeper though and seemed God had a plan all along. Only two weeks before meeting another friend of mine had told me about a cute boy at her church “That I just had to meet” she thought we could sit behind him and meet during the morning greeting. She. was. good. Well we never quite got around to getting together for church but it turned out the cute boy from her church, was the sweet blonde man that met me dancing! I just know The Lord has been blessing us since the very beginning.