My husband was talking to our son the other day, and it was a relatively deep conversation about life, relationships, etc.
A rare type of conversation as their conversations are usually about cars, military (son is in the Army), cars, weather, NASCAR, and maybe cars.
(You might think such a wide range of topics might get boring, but they seem to find plenty to talk about.)
At any rate, as they were discussing life and women, my husband told our son that he got lucky when he met me.
Whoa! Stop… he did NOT “get lucky” when he met me.
Boy, and you wonder how things can get misconstrued on the internet.
I believe he meant that he was fortunate to have met me.
My husband is not a romantic and rarely says “mushy” things, so when he relayed what he had said to our son, I felt really good about what he said and reflected back to when we met.
A long, long time ago on a cold January night, I went to party that I hadn’t intended on being at.
Spent the entire evening laughing and dancing with friends/classmates.
I was 17 at the time and I had a curfew. Good thing I was only a block away from home.
As the evening started to wrap up, I decided to head for home.
However, a handsome stranger blocked my way and said that I couldn’t go home just yet.
I hadn’t even seen him until this moment. We talked, we danced and he offered to drive me home.
Now it may only have been a block, but I still didn’t know him, so if he really wanted to see me home, he could walk me there.
(Wind chill factor – it was probably -10 degrees.)
As we entered the closed-in porch, a light came on inside and I was a little past my curfew, so a quick kiss goodbye and we hadn’t even exchanged last names or phone numbers.
The next week my English teacher said “Duane said hello.”
Apparently he bowled on the same night. Every now and then she would utter the same greeting to me.
Forward to April and a bunch of my classmates went to the bowling alley.
There he was and it was his birthday. The bartender facilitated our first date by asking Duane if he wanted to buy tickets for an upcoming charity dance.
The date went well and the rest is history. However, I thought it very coincidental that on our first date he had an 8-track tape (good grief, do you remember those?) that he had custom-made with many of my favorite songs on it.
How would he know that? I found out that he had a clipped news article about me where they highlight a senior student listing their favorite things, etc.
Apparently he had been keeping tabs on me.
Married 3-1/2 years later, we celebrated our 31st anniversary this past October.
As my husband mentioned to our son, we’ve had our ups and downs, but we’ve always loved and respected each other.
While not the romantic sort with bouquets of flowers and poetic sayings, my husband shows his love by being faithful and hard-working.
We very often think alike, finishing each other’s sentences, buying the exact same ingredients for a special dinner, even buying the same anniversary card from the same store on the same day.
We never leave each other without kissing goodbye and we have it down to a routine:
kiss, kiss, kiss…(pause), kiss, kiss…(pause), kiss.
The goodbye kiss has never varied in all these years. While this routine has left us wide open to a lot of snickering and comments like “Get a room!” it is usually from husbands that don’t kiss their wives unless they want something.
To me it speaks of dedication to each other that we never leave without “telling” each other that we love them.
I’ve shared my love story, what about yours?
Happy Valentine’s Day everyone!