Today is my sweet husband's birthday...54. What the heck? I met this man when he was an acne faced, glasses wearing skinny bowl legged young kid of 17...and his smile melted my heart. It truly was love at first sight. I know, I know...corny at best, and not likely at worst...but true none the less. My friend Paula introduced us, standing in the parking lot of Scottsdale High School in October of 1974. He was wearing a yellow checked shirt and jeans and horrid horrid brown two tone shoes...they were awful. But, he was perfect. He gave me a ride home that evening, and all I wanted was to never leave him. Granted, there were more than a few struggles going on at home at that time...so escape and distraction was a good thing. But, safety and acceptance was so much more than escape and distraction. It fit like a soft warm sweater and yet held the excitement of falling backwards off a cliff. I didn't want to leave him.
I could write for days about the passing 31+ years that have been filled with happiness and sorrow...struggle and success...all of the typical "stuff" that marriages go through. But today, I just want him to have a happy birthday. I want him to know I am happy he was born 54 years ago. I would thank his mom, if she was alive to tell, for bringing this child into the world for me to know and love. Unquestionably my best friend, my greatest cheerleader (minus the dorky outfit and mega phone), my most reliable confidant, and my love. Happy Birthday to my high school sweet heart who remains my sweetheart into old age as well. Hope there are another 54 for us to celebrate. And so, Paco must dance...I will not disappoint Paco!
This is so, so sweet. :) Congratulations to the two of you! :D
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