cindy.bio


I was born and grew up in Dallas until I was fifteen years old. I was not your typical little girl. I loved to play outside. I guess you could say I was a tomboy, at least for a while. There were no little girls in my neighborhood to play with. So it was learn to be tough and be one of the boys. I couldn't let them see me cry, if I wanted to cry I would simply go home. Now I did occasionally play with Barbie's with my sister and friends from school, but dolls were not my top choice. I attended a private school until third grade. At this school I met a lifelong friend. Our Mom's started a Camp Fire group when we were in first grade and it lasted until we graduated from high school. We had many wonderful adventures during these times. Just to name a few of my favorites: camping, horse back riding, and canoeing.

When I turned fifteen we moved to DeSoto, a suburb of Dallas. When we moved I was a sophomore attending Skyline High School and had just made J.V. Cheerleader. Of course, I didn't want to move to DeSoto High School. So I commuted back and forth to Skyline which was twenty-five miles away each day. Until I got my license and a car I had to ride the bus. During my junior year, I tried out for Varsity Cheerleader if I didn't make it I was going to transfer to DHS and finish out high school there, but I made it. And I'm glad; I had a wonderful time being a cheerleader. It was the only time in my life I could be loud and crazy and have a good reason for it. I was a people person and for the most part still am. I went to school to be with my friends. My grades were passing, but they weren't great because I had other things that were more important to me than studying. Unfortunately, because of this I had not thought of the future. I had no plans for college or the rest of my life. Not very smart, but I always believed God would lead me the way He wanted me to go, and I still do this time I pray and listen-then I did not.

When I was eighteen I started dating a guy, my first real relationship, and thought I was in love. To be honest with you I think I was merely infatuated I never even think it was love. So when he asked me to marry him I thought "hey! This is great!" BUT I was not using my head. My Mom kept insisting I was too young and we should wait about two or three years. During this time, when I should have been praying and listening I was day dreaming of a perfect life in the future-that was never to come with him. Thank you Lord! So I insisted and a year later we married. I was nineteen and he was twenty-one.

We moved to Ft. Hood, Killeen, Texas. This place will always be known to me as a modern day Sodom and Gamora. The marriage was a nightmare. It was definitely not a match made in Heaven. I was on a runaway emotional roller coaster-with a lot of steep down hills. To make a long story short he wanted to be single. He was already acting single in every way. So I decided to make it legal and divorced him.

When I moved back in with my parents, I needed a fresh start. I terribly missed my family and friends. And I was so thankful to be home and be going to church again. I decided to sit down one day and made a list of what I needed in a man for a relationship to work-(everything was 100% opposite of what I had). I dated about three or four guys after the divorce. But after a few weeks, their true colors always started showing through. A word of advice: always be yourself. Do not hide behind a mask. And above all else trust in God to lead your way. I felt like a failure, and with my judgement of men being screwed up--I started praying. I ask God to send me a man of His choice suited only for me. One that would make me laugh, one who would comfort me, one who would put my feelings ahead of his own, but most of all one who believed and loved the Lord. After about two months, that very special man danced into my life. During the summer of 1997, my sister and a few girlfriends would head out to Cowboys in Arlington on Wednesday night to go dancing. Now everyone knows you don't go to a bar to meet a guy. We went to dance and play pool. Unfortunately, you do have plenty of men who do not understand this concept. They ask you to dance and immediately start asking questions like: "What's your name?" "Where do you live?" "Are you dating anyone?" "Can I have your number?"

So when a guy asks you to dance and doesn't utter a word on the dance floor and then thanks you and disappears into the crowd-it all seems like a dream. On this particular Wednesday night this mysterious cowboy asked me to dance. Suddenly I knew this mysterious cowboy was the dancing gentleman. Well sometimes I just can't be quite and this dance was one of them. I asked him if he knew the song "I know you, I've danced you once upon a dream" from Sleeping Beauty and he said, "Yes!" We danced and talked some more and when the song was over I thanked him and asked him if he wanted to dance again don't hesitate to ask because I would love to. I was just about to dart off to see what was bothering my sister, when he grabbed my hand and asked if I would like to have dinner so I gave him my number.

We talked on the phone a couple of nights before we went out. And so far I hadn't told him anything about my past with my ex-husband. I didn't for several reasons, the first because it usually made people look at me differently, and I wasn't ready for that. Our first date was on September 19, 1997. It was a birthday party for a friend of his. It was at the Velvet Elvis. We had dinner at a restaurant there before the party. During dinner, the conversation was non-stop. There was never a moment of silence or hesitation. Some of his buddies came over to the table and were making comments about his past. He decided that it was time to tell me something and he wanted me to listen and hear him out. He announced that he had been married and it failed. I was so excited. I blurted out, "Me too!" His eyes got as big as silver dollars. He told me of his nightmare and I shared mine. We had both been hurt very badly, but never did I feel like a failure or embarrassed of my past marriage.

People have asked me if I could go back would I have gotten married the first time again. My answer is yes. I used to not think this until I met my soul mate. My first marriage was very painful and I shed my tears, but it also made me stronger and it made me who I am today. I respect and treasure the love I have for my husband. And there is not a day in my life that I will ever take him for granted. He is a true blessing in my life. He is a gift from God--a very precious gift. I will love and cherish with all my heart for the rest of my life. He is my best friend, my soul mate and my lover. Thank you Lord for such a wonderful and special husband. I love you, Tommy.