June 12, 2016
30 years ago today my husband and I literally collided and fell in love within an instant. We had been working together for a year and perhaps the tiniest of sparks had flown between us once or twice but nothing more. Then, that fateful Thursday afternoon we were at a ratings party (a quarterly celebration, infamous in the broadcasting industry). We sat on two bar stools engaged in smart, witty conversation – a guy joined us, a real “mover and shaker” (or so he thought) but he was really more like a Big Bad Wolf, tongue out and saliva dripping, just waiting to take advantage. He was considerably older and I was just a young thing and with my twenty-something sass I brushed him off…much to the amusement of my husband.
What followed was my husband offering me a lift home. We went back to the radio station to get his briefcase and as we stood alone, on opposite ends of the elevator, there was an incredible unspoken tension and magnetic pull….and as if in a movie – we suddenly rushed into each other`s arms and collided in a kiss. What happened next was a blur of dashing in and out of the radio station and getting into his ugly brown car (seriously – who owns a brown sedan in their twenties? Another story in itself). We stopped at a red light and he leaned over and kissed me passionately on the lips and told me that that was what red lights were for….this from a man who was so reserved, never showing an ounce of flirtatiousness.
Once at my apartment – passion took over yet again, movie-like in every way. We were on fire and love literally exploded into fireworks. By midnight he had to leave and as I stood on the balcony of my cheap little apartment and watched him walk backwards, waving constantly to me until he finally he reached his car….I knew. I just knew.
What followed was a passionate haze that somehow seems to still surround us. Usually such explosive fire doesn’t seem to last, it often fizzles as two people burn themselves out -yet our passion continues today. The haze has cleared somewhat over the years as we have weathered the ups and downs of life – having children, losing parents, job changes, renovating a house….all the things that make life, LIFE.
So here we are – thirty years later – and the absolute truth is that he rushes home to be with me every single night and my heart still leaps as he walks in the door, and when I see him walk towards me , he still looks 27 years old…making my heart skip a beat.
All week the weather station has been predicting rain for today – but guess what? As I sit here writing this….the sun is out and shining so brightly as the fireworks continue.
October 29, 2013
On an unseasonably warm and sunny Halloween afternoon 60 years ago, my parents were married. Back then, Halloween was not as big of a holiday it is today – so it was seemingly just the perfect Saturday for a wedding.
I love his memory of how he and my mother met. They were at a wedding, unknowingly mutual friends of the bride. He saw my mother standing on the steps of the church and Cupid shot his arrow straight into my father’s heart – where it remains still firmly implanted…all these years later – he has never stopped seeing my mother as his girlfriend and my mother still sees him as her boyfriend….60 years later.
On that fateful day, my father offered to drive my mother home after the wedding – it was 1950 and a young lady didn’t take a car ride from just anybody! So, after get the go-ahead from the bride that he was indeed “safe”, he drove her home and promptly called her the following day for a date. Now, my mother tells me that gentlemen would call a lady for a date for the following Saturday night – and he wasn’t wasting a moment. She agreed and the date went well – and then he called her immediately to “book” her for the following week…and the following week…and the following week.
Rush forward 3 years – they booked the church for October 24…but close friends were desperate to get married on that date so my parents gave up their “reservation” and took the next available date, October 31st – Halloween. My parents tell me it was about 75 F that day – unseasonably warm. A perfect sunny day.
In their 60 years they have never really been apart. They “date” regularly – always have, and their social life has often put mine to shame. My mother taught me to keep the romance alive (“a nice silky nightgown dear, flannel pajamas just aren’t quite appropriate”…I smile at that and have kept to her advice!). She told me to remember to keep my husband as close to First as possible (when you have kids) reminding me that he is who I will be with once the children are grown and moved out….and you don’t want to lose the whole reason you stood up at that alter for.
I write this through tears. Not of sentimentality – but sadness. My Dad was diagnosed with ALS this past summer and the last 3 months have turned our lives upside down…
…and our hearts, inside out.
The disease is progressing somewhat rapidly and it’s so cruel – not just because he is my Dad – but because this is a man who has worked out at the gym 3 times a week for 50 + years and taken long walks daily, and not meandering walks – brisk, heart pumping walks. Six months ago he stood, just a tad unsteady (we had no idea at the time) for family photos at Easter….one month later he was using a walker.
He remains as positive as possible, truly living for the day (and reminding me to do so as well). There was this incredible moment last month when he was at the hospital for a breathing issue….he was sitting in a wheelchair, waiting to be released and my mom and I were sitting with him in the waiting room. She was sitting beside him and I was behind them both. It was quiet – just us. Suddenly my mother broke the silence and said to him “We sure had a lot of fun, didn’t we? Remember when we were young?” and added wistfully…. “It seems like it was just yesterday.” He looked over at her, nodded and smiled – “We sure did” he answered and then pointing to his heart told her, “that’s because it’s all in here.”
I felt myself tearing up – it was as though I wasn’t there and that I was peeking in on this young couple.
I saw the newlyweds they were – that they still are….. “in there”
October 29, 2011
Train’s song “If It’s Love” came on and I drifted back to my friend’s wedding this past summer. She is much younger than I am ….having elebrated 25 years with my husband this past year….they’re just starting out….Oh how I remember that….The Beginning. Everything is so new, a wonderful discovery – how someone takes their coffee, oatmeal cookies – raisins or not? Favorite childhood cartoon? The list is endless…the future is endless at this point in your life. The horizon is a faint line in the sky and the road leads to the clouds….No bills swirling around your head, no kids’ grades or fevers keeping you up at night, no nothing – just dreams, possibilites – rainy days are as wonderful as sunny days…
I think that people cry at weddings because of the beauty of the moment – the beauty of the innocence of love is over-whelming, it’s like a brillaint bright white light that shines from the couple and cascades on all of us around them…. those who are young are fillled with hope and those who are older are filled with sweet memory and the appreciation of The Beginning that we couldn’t know on that day so many years ago….
I remember standing in the doorway of a little grocery store with my husband – we were trying to find shelter from a sudden rain storm…he leaned in and kissed me for what seemed like a long time…and to this day – a great date with him usually involves some raindrops….and suddenly on those days, it’s like The Beginning…again.
June 12, 2011
Twenty-five years. My husband and I have been together for twenty-five years. Really? Twenty-five years is half of my life….and yet it still seems so fresh – not exactly like “yesterday” but more like, maybe five years ago. Comfortable with that hint of new excitement .
My husband and I met when we worked together at the same radio station….love at first sight? Yes – absolutely. A few hurdles to jump and we were there – kissing in an elevator – making history. Twenty-five years of firsts and lasts – of dreams coming true and the odd one crashing too. Kids, pets, home renovations and career changes…some incredibly painful tears – but mostly smiles and laughter.We’ve been walking this road together, hand in hand on this journey of life. My face lights up when I see him first thing in the morning and my heart still skips a beat when he walks in the door. He is the one person I never get tired of seeing, hearing, holding. He is my best friend and my boyfriend – all wrapped into one…to the cynics who said it wouldn’t last – champagne’s on you tonight !