Category Archives: Men

November 3, 1967

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Forty-six years ago today
You were a baby, a little boy
I’m sure you were a sweetie
Who brought lots of hugs and joy

You’ve touched alot of people
With your smile and your wit
Son, brother, husband, father
Our hearts you’ve surely lit

Now you cannot tease me
About being so much older
Age is not about birthdays
It’s in the eye of the beholder

I see you through my eyes
Each day you’re better looking
You’re strong and hot and sexy
And it is not from my cooking

You were such a little cutie
And I’m thankful everyday
That you are my husband
As we both grow old and gray

Happy Birthday Babe
May you have an awesome year
Don’t worry, I’ll always be older
But your just as old, Dear.

I love you.

The ABC’s

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Always there for me
Because he thinks I’m worthy
Chasing my far fetched dreams
Desiring to make me feel special
Everyone needs a man like him
Freeing me from weakness
Getting my every thought
Happy just to be with me
I don’t know how I got so lucky
Just being a silly girl
Kind of a loner at times
Liking silence in the noise
Moving mountains for me
No one knows him like I do
Opening his heart to those in need
Protecting those he loves
Quitting is not in his vocabulary
Running is not an option
Sacrificing his needs for mine
Triumphant at all he does
Unaware he is so awesome
Vividly knows his purpose
Wanting the best for his family
X-rated in the bedroom
Yearning for happiness
Zany for his Dallas Cowboys

Perfection!  But for the letter Z.

The Proposal

img044What do you do when you are both in your forties and contemplating getting married, again, for the third time?  I must say he did it well.

I didn’t live with him, but he did propose to me in the house I helped him pick out.  The same place we would later call our home.   I was standing in the kitchen waiting to go out on a dinner date.  He was leaning on the counter and seemed to be a bit nervous.  He had a blue piece of paper in his hand and I thought to myself “… it can’t be divorce papers we weren’t even married yet …”   It was a poem he had printed from the internet.  When he read it aloud to me it didn’t matter that he hadn’t written it because I could feel the love he had for me.   He proposed and I told him I would have to think about it.  Haha. Just kidding.  I eagerly accepted.

Turns out it was a really good thing I had accepted his proposal.   Our pre-planned dinner date turned out to be a party at Baker Street Pub where we had our first meeting the year before.  He had arranged for friends and family to be there before we arrived.   I’m glad he was so confident that I would accept his proposal!

After a night of fun and celebration we went back to his house to wake up to a beautiful sunrise.  One I can never forget because now I get to wake to it every morning.

We were married in a small ceremony with family and friends four months later.   His two sons stood up for him. And my two sons stood up for me.  Both of us had lost our fathers earlier in life but we were both blessed to have our mothers with us.

That was August 22, 2008.  Five years ago today.    We have been through alot and will no doubt go through much more.  And although our story is not your traditional fairy tale romance, we definitely live up to that old cliche of saving the best for last!