Obviously, I don't know a whole lot about Steve's birth and childhood because I wasn't there, but I have been told that he was born during a blizzard. I believe his dad dropped his mom off at the hospital in the middle of the storm and by the time he fought his way back home through the snow, the hospital was on the phone and told him that he had a son who would be a "future football player." Well, the football player prediction didn't come true, but I can see why the doctor predicted it :)
I first met Steve in the second semester of my senior year in high school. We had attended LMH together since he came as a sophomore, but our paths had never crossed and I really had no idea that he existed. We sat next to each other in an English class and I soon learned a little about him. I found out that he was likeable, funny, mischievous, and absolutely terrible in English. He also had amazing persuasion skills and deftly recruited my help so he could get a passing grade in the class. Secretly, I thought he was pretty good-looking too.
We also had a study hall together that last semester and between the English class and study hall, we got to be pretty good friends. As the semester continued, those two classes became my favorite because Steve was in them. I was pretty sure he liked me, but how does one ever tell? When the year ended and we graduated and said good-bye, I thought that was probably the last I would ever see of Steve Lehman. A week after graduation, I received a phone call from him asking me for a date. I was surprised and delighted. I remember my mom asking, "who is he?" and I replied, "just a really nice guy that I met in school."
I guess one could say that the rest is history but that is pretty cliché. A lot of milestones, joys, heartaches, laughter, and tears goes into that so-called "history." Every person and every couple have their own story to tell and each one's is unique to them. We are no different. However, over the years, I have realized how fortunate I am to have my life intertwined with this man. He is still likeable, funny and mischievous. He is also hard-working, dependable and incredibly innovative. I have sometimes despaired of all the ideas and crazy plans that he has come up with. I usually say "no, no, no, it will never work." Often I am right, but once in a while he masterminds something that is ingenious. I was very skeptical about his idea for a composting facility and at one time even thought it was downright ridiculous and silly but this has proved to be exceeding even his expectations. One thing for sure about Steve is that he is not afraid to try again when something fails. It has taken me many years, but I now realize that this is probably one of his biggest attributes and I am slowly becoming more appreciative of his unfailing optimism.
As I listen and read about all the horrible pitfalls that surround boys and men in this day and age it makes me realize how lucky I am to have a man that has been able to avoid the addiction of alcohol, porn, and gambling, and who has been faithful to me. He is a dedicated Christian who loves the Lord and underneath his sometimes gruff exterior has an incredibly soft heart for his family and friends and also for those who are less fortunate.
I am truly blessed to call this man my husband. Happy birthday Steve! I love you!
PS. We had Jay and Kristen's children this weekend because Kristen was with a group of ladies scrapbooking. I left Alexis decorate Grandpa's birthday cake. She had a blast and as you can see overdid it on the candy. We scraped most of it off before we ate it :) Anyway, we celebrated Steve's birthday Saturday evening. Shawn and Awstin joined us for the party as Melissa was also scrapbooking. Here are a couple of pictures and a video.
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