Daavix's Picture Gallery - Page 1
Family Picture
This is my family. That's me on the far left, black hat and bottle of Jack. In the bottom right corner, that little cowboy with the six-shooter and the million dollar smile is my son, Christian. He's quite a handful: spunky, charismatic, and always there to cheer me up when I need it most. Without that little fellow in my life things would always be not quite as good as they could be. Well, Page 2 will handle the Poohman (AKA Christian), so let's move on. See the lady above Christian? Well, that's my wife Tarrah. I could sit here and write all kinds of complementary things about her, but why? JUST LOOK AT HER! Need I say anything more? Seriously, though, she's a wonder in my life. Since we met, everything has changed. I don't remember having a lot of direction before, but since that long ago day, sometime in August of 1992, I've found all of the things in my life that I wanted. Needless to say, life is good. Sure, it's no bed of roses, but that's okay. So long as I have these two wonderful people to share it with, life can't throw me a curveball I can't knock out of the park.
Well, let's talk about Tarrah for a while... There are the obvious things about her that any male with a pulse would like. Yeah, she's good looking, nice figure, killer smile, etc. etc. etc., but nobody sees her quite the same way I do. To me, she is a goddess. Since Tarrah, there hasn't been a woman in the world that quite fit the bill. Don't get me wrong, there are an abundance of beautiful women in the world, but...well...they're not Tarrah. Let me break it down for you:
First of all, how many women would kill for this figure? If the number of diet products on the market are any indication, it's no small number. This is her figure compliments of mother nature. She can eat with the best of them. For all of you guys who ever took a date out, bought a $40 dinner that your date didn't touch, and felt like a total idiot, Tarrah is a woman you would love.
Here's where I get caught up every time: the eyes! Look at those eyes! If you can't tell, they're brown. Not the plain, boring brown that is commonplace, but a deep, bottomless, entrancing brown that draws me in time and again. Long, brown hair (my favorite...who says blondes have more fun?). Let me sum it up, or I'll be here forever: to me, she is the most perfect woman ever born. For all of you guys thinking "Man, he's whipped!" let me ask you this: CAN YOU BLAME ME???
I've thrown in a few pics here that give you a little variety. Tarrah is a very versatile person and I can't seem to take a bad picture of her. Not that I'm complaining!
We met, as I mentioned earlier, in August of 1992. I was 16, had a bad attitude, and a worse wardrobe. She was 12. Looking at that, it's kinda scary, but as the story unfolds you will find that there is a lot of space between the beginning and the present. Anyhow, I had met her brother Micah, "Shadow" in the Guild, at school and we seemed to get along well, so we decided to hang out at his house. I was new in town and knew only two people, so I jumped. Mike Frank and I drove over to Micah's place with Mike Sydner, a guy who hung aroung us for about a month before heading out on his own. Anyway, we were all aspiring musicians and wanted to start a band. Well, once there, I see this young girl come down the stairs into the basement. My first thought was, "Man, she looks GOOD!" My second came after Micah introduced her as his little sister: "How much younger?" Well, it was 4 years, no big deal now, but a lot then. Anyhow, as time went by, Tarrah and I got to know each other. One day, to my utter shock, she told me that she had a crush on me. I was pretty tripped out, stumbled over the rest of the conversation and wasn't sure how to reply.
Well, if you had told me then that in a few years we would be married, have a two-year old son, and be looking back on those events as the beginning of the rest of our lives, I probably would have laughed. Guess the joke would have been on me. Anyway, we eventually got together. It's a long, complicated story, but that's not what's important. The important thing is that we did. Besides, that's OUR story...if you want a romance story, make your own!
The point of the matter is that we wound up together, despite obstacles, four years difference in age, different families, squabbles between her brother and I, and a million other unforseen bumps in the road. I guess we found a common ground, and once on it, rode it out together. Now, what kind of fool would I expect you to be if I tried to say it was all a bed of roses??? Of course it wasn't, but the fight is usually what makes success so sweet. Anyway, we were pretty much inseperable. We spent literally every day together, went out every chance we got, lived like kings, and had a great time.
Thought I'd throw this one in for kicks! This is Tarrah and I at a party in New Orleans. We went there to visit some old friends of mine. The way we managed to pull that one off is almost amazing and the story is pretty complex by the time it ends. Maybe I'll eventually add a story section to this site with all of the old stories I'm so fond of telling while intoxicated!
Well, for all of you waiting for the happy ending, I'm sorry to disappoint you. It doesn't work that way. Sure, we had a lot of good times together, dated for nearly three years, and spent little time apart, it had to stop. So, we were married on April 5, 1997. And thus, everything REALLY started. It was a wonderful day, one I'll never forget nor ever have another that can quite compare. We were married outdoors, on a day that threatened rain since dawn. Well, it didn't rain, at least not on us. It rained the minute we got in the car to go from the wedding to the reception, stopped for us to get out, rained while we were indoors at the reception, and stopped again long enough for us to leave. If that's not approval from a higher authority, I don't know what is! Since then, we've had our son, Christian, who was born on October 17, 1997. I am very proud of my family. In the seven years that Tarrah and I have known each other, we have both grown a great deal, discovered the things in life that really mattered, and intertwined our lives together in a way that can never be severed. I thank God every day that we found each other and that we were so blessed by good fortune. So, as you can see, it's not a happy ending. It's just the beginning.
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