I’m breaking away from the “super proud mom” theme of the past few days, but I can’t quite let go of it completely. I’m just going to mix it up a little bit, because I’m not done being super proud. Today’s post will from the perspective of a “super proud wife”. This won’t become a series though, because the last I checked, I only have one husband to brag on and he deserves to be bragged on! We’ll stay with the letter theme and name him “R”. It’s his birthday today, so this post is perfect timing.
I’ve already told you how we met in “My Knight in Shining Armor Story”. After two previously, really screwed up marriages, I finally got one right. Some of us just need a bigger learning curve.
“R” met me as a single mom with two kids already. Having the courage to take on an instant family makes him “point worthy” right off the bat. The night of our first date was as the Christmas season was approaching and my kids and I were decorating the tree when the doorbell rang. “R” got to put the angel on the top of the tree before we left for dinner, which has been a tradition ever since. My kids seemed to be really comfortable around him, too, and he was good with them, so that raised his score. Yes, after two to many screwed up relationships, I was definitely keeping score.
Not only did “R” inherit a prepackaged deal, he also won the rights to my bill drawer. I must tell you that this bill drawer had its own organizational system. I didn’t have to do anything but put the unopened bills in the drawer and they organized themselves with the oldest being on the bottom and the newest on top. It was a system especially developed to ease my mind and cut down the financial stress of being a single mom. Whatever was in that drawer became out of sight, therefore, out of mind. As hard as it is to admit how horrible that system was, imagine the courage it took “R” to accept that drawer when he accepted me. Yes, give that guy some more points, maybe a high five even!
In the early days of our fast moving courtship, my soon to be husband did everything right. He always had the right answer, he was super intelligent and seemed to have wisdom beyond his years, he had a good job and he was incredibly talented musically. As a matter of fact, it was a song that he wrote for me that broke down the high walls around my heart and gained him access. The fact that he shared the song as we shared a container of ice cream may have helped a little, too. Ice cream was a staple in my family.
Speaking of high walls around my heart, previous abuse and rape meant a lot of emotional baggage was traveling with me on our new journey together. Trust was difficult for me. Letting someone get close and really know me was difficult. “R” would constantly tell me he loved me, but I would just let the words roll off. If I really believed him, it meant I was opening myself up to be hurt. He constantly paid me compliments, I mean many times throughout the day even. My response was always to either ignore what he said or deflect them somehow. He would stand in front of me, look me in the eye and tell me I was beautiful. I would look away, never saying thank you, never receiving it. He never gave up though. Year after year, he patiently kept doing it all right. I don’t know how many years it took before I started to listen and believe him, but it was many. Yeah, more points here! Big time points!
Our premade family of four grew to become a family of six. There were some wonderful years in the last 25 and some really horrible, even hellish years. I’ve talked about some of those times in previous posts, but I’ve just shared what it was like for me, as if I was alone in it all. “R” was there, too. He hurt, too, but of course, no one saw that. Those years didn’t seem to scare “R”. He didn’t run like others surely would have done. He stood fast and he held tight. He remained strong and focused with an amazing ability to keep things under control.
I’m remembering the health crisis I had two years ago. Not that I remember a lot about the days in ICU, but I do remember when I would wake up occasionally and he would jump up from the spot where he kept vigil. He would do all he could to make me comfortable or offer help in any way. How difficult it must have been for him, not just to see his wife in that condition, but still having to carry the responsibility of his job and everything at home during that time. He didn’t seem to miss a beat in any of it. I vaguely remember seeing his mom walking into the room once. I heard her ask him how he was doing. He said, “I’m just taking care of my wife”. He certainly has taken care of me. He’s taken very good care of me! And the score board numbers keep adding up.
“R” works a very demanding job that doesn’t sleep. Even if it did sleep, since it’s an international company, it’s always 8:00 to 5:00 somewhere. They keep him around, they’ve promoted him over the years and the pay checks keep coming in. All the people that I know that he works with really like him, so I think he must be really good at what he does. I can’t forget to mention that I’ve been sleeping with a college student for the past few years. “R” takes classes, too and I’m proud to say he’s a straight A student.
We’ve had lots of highlights in the past couple years, thanks to “R” getting us involved in this running thing he loves so much. He’s my marathon man! We’ve been doing races every couple months and most of them we’ve gotten to travel for. It’s been so much fun! He is also big into cycling now and he’s become a mad man clipped on pedals. I slow him way down when we ride together, but he doesn’t mind because he says he loves when he gets to ride with me.
There is so much more I could say, but I think you get the idea. He may not be perfect, but he’s still my Mr. Right. This past summer we were cruising on the Mediterranean. We had many beautiful nights, but one in particular stands out in my mind. Picture it with me. Sitting on our balcony with good wine in hand, sailing over smooth seas, warm air, gentle breeze, full moon reflecting on the water, sound of the water lapping the sides of the ship and “R” is singing to me. “You’re once, twice, three times a lady…” Yep, he melted my heart.
Let me tell you this “R”. While you’ve racked up more points than I could ever count, I’m the one who scored the most when I married you. You’re once, twice and always my man! I’m proud of you “R” and I love you with all of my heart!