Happy Valentines Day to my Sweetie, My Veed, My Bestie, My pain in the butt, The true love of my life.
We met because my mom fell in love with him first and was like, "you have to meet this guy." I, of course was, "sure mom, whatever you say". The first time we were supposed to meet, it didn't happen. But just like most of God's plans, there was a reason for that. Then when we did meet, I was pretty rude to him, I didn't know he was "that" guy, and he didn't know I was "that" gal. When he left after our brief encounter, he thought, "maybe that was "that" girl I was supposed to meet months ago." And lucky for me, he came back the next day to talk to me. I was working, and he was flying out, but would return on Friday and asked me out for a drink.
He picked me up that evening when I got off work. I got into his super hot Mustang, he leaned over to adjust his rear view mirror. Well ya know that thing that happens in movies fireworks, lovely music, heart beating fast, that was me. It was all in those eyes. We stayed out late that night, I think it was around 2:30 am, after he dropped me at home. I called my mom and said," you'll never guess who I just went out with!" I was so excited and couldn't wait to share the news with my mom, and the person responsible for our meeting.
We have been married now 36.5 years. I'm not going to lie,I feel confident that I have tested his patience once or twice. And he has driven my crazy like most men drive women crazy. But I would not have traded one day of the last 36.5 years for anything.
We have been through a lot. On our way home from our honeymoon in Hawaii, where I ended up in the Emergency Room with a wounded ankle. Continental Airlines declared bankruptcy and my new hubby lost a big portion of his income. No biggie, we can get through that. He decided he wanted to go back to school to finish his degree in Economics. We both agreed that was a great idea. But then, like any good Catholic Girl, I announced that our family was getting bigger along with my belly. It was a struggle, but we made it through and C.D. graduated from the University of Houston and our new baby boy David and I were there to cheer him on.
Three years later I was playing at the pool with David, but wasn't feeling quite right. It occurred to me that maybe I should just check to see if by chance I might be pregnant. So David and I ran to the local pharmacy and yep, we were going to be having another baby. David was so excited he was going to be a brother. I called the airport because C.D. was on a flight back from London when I found out our blessed news. I talked to a dispatcher who called the aircraft and then the Captain on the flight announced to the entire aircraft full of people, C.D. included that he was going to be a daddy again. I wish I could have see the look on his face. David and I were there when he landed, the look on his face at that moment was pure joy. And I will never forget it.
And then we got this big surprise, Scott was around 1 and a half, I was grumpy, not feeling well, just feeling ugg. C.D. kept saying, "I know your pregnant." He got me back from my surprising him on the flight, by insisting that I was pregnant. I kept saying, it just can't be. Scott was not even two yet. But sure enough, we were now going to be a family of 5.
Over the next years, with our growing family, we moved to Nashville, Ft. Lauderdale, Atlanta, The Turks and Caicos, Sint Maarten, and back to Ft. Lauderdale again. We have supported each other through the loss of both of our fathers, many career ups and downs, raising our 3 boys, an armed robbery, the loss of our beloved yellow lab Emmitt, becoming empty nesters, lots of hurricanes, and just getting through this crazy thing called life.
We met our biggest challenge when our oldest son David was diagnosed with stage 4 melanoma. There is just nothing that can prepare you for this type of news. We braced our selves for a long road of chemo and doing what ever it took to get Dave through this fight. But God had other plans and a mere 17 days after his diagnosis he left this world. Needless to say we were both devastated. I understand why there are many couples that are left with out living a child don't make it. People grieve differently. I have no words that could describe the struggle that we have gone through the last 4 years. Every day is a challenge. I can tell you that I could never have been able to get through this time without the unconditional love and support of my husband. We are blessed that we lean on each other and I feel that our shared loss has made our bond stronger. And although he has his days where the pain is unbearable, he has been my rock, when I don't want to get out of bed and start the day, he is so patient. He lets me cry when I need to cry, and hugs when I need a hug. I thank God everyday for bringing him into my life all those years ago, and for having him by my side through the good, the bad, the laughs, and the pain.
My love, I look forward to what is in store in our future. We have so much to be thankful for and so many new days ahead of us.
Thanks to all of you that have stuck with this post, and for letting me honor my hero.