I remember seeing him for the first time. I was in a high school sorority with his sister. Steve dropped her off at a meeting. He was in college...I was in high school. Lost cause as far as I felt. Worldly college man wouldn't be interested in high school girl. As my kids used to say when something was exactly so...'word up'. Every now and then I'd see him dropping Beryl off or picking her up at different sorority events. My heart would still go pitty pat, and still I don't think he even noticed me. Flash forward to the end of our senior year in high school. I mean the real end of it...school's over. I'm sitting on the counter in our family kitchen talking with my Mom over the future. College, boys...college boys! I said, "You know who'd I'd really love to go out with is Beryl's older brother, but he's a junior in college and wouldn't want to go out with a girl just out of high school. Two days later the phone rings and it's Beryl asking me if I'd be interested in going out with her brother. Jaw drops and I cooly say, (you never know if he was listening on another phone) "What he can't get a date....sure I'll give him a break and go". Heart pounding, lump the size of grapefruit in my throat. And so it began...
We were married the December after he graduated from LSU. He had been accepted to LSU's School of Law. Three days, that's all he needed to realize he wasn't meant to
The man who gently picked my ailing grandmother off the floor where she had fainted and carried her to her bed. The man who stayed with our children at night for almost a week so I could stay with my grandmother until she passed away. I will always cherish and love him for giving me that time with her and never complaining, not once, that he was returning form work to care for the four boys alone.
He is the man who taught his children that you 'show up' no matter what. That cuddling and love aren't signs of weakness but strength.
Do we argue? Heck yes! Is he perfect? He is for me. He loves me no matter how crazy angry I can be. He's learned to duck if I send a frozen ice cream cake flying. But hasn't learned to please stop when I say please stop...thus the flying cake. He loves me in sickness and in health. And does it truly and kindly.
This is the man who last night with no reason, walked up to me and said, "Did you know you are the love of my life?".
So get your singing voice ready Mr Wonderful, (for how he got that name check here). We're going out with all the gang for dinner and will return home for a rousing rendition of Happy Birthday To You!