Has it really been three years?
That means three years and 6 months ago was the worst times of my life. That means that 3 years 6 months ago I was completely lost, newly a single mom having just left what I like to refer to as the twilight zone of my life. That means that it’s been over three years since I was a damsel in distress. Only no one knew that. It appeared I had it all together. Wow, that time has both gone so incredibly fast and so extremely slow.
On October 24th I met my husband Bald Lover. We had been talking and known of each other for quite a while but our 100+ mile distance caused difficulty in ironing out a time to “date”.
I don’t remember everything I should about the evening we met. But I know that I waited nervously with my cousin and some friends for him to arrive where we were hanging out that night. Let me just expose the elephant in the room – it was a bar. I was single, the kids were away, and I’m now justifying something I don’t have to justify. Anyway, I swung around on the bar-stool to greet him and the entire world froze. He had to be the cutest damn thing that ever wore a ball cap.
The circumstances of his visit to my town were gray, his mom was in the hospital and he’d been sitting with her day in and day out, worrying, stressing, praying. Late that Friday evening he had to get away, and he chose to take that time to meet me. He was a little lost, a lottle down, but something in the moment that I met him changed me forever. We hit it off from the get-go. He was absolutely none of the things I was looking for. I was on a mad hunt for a country bumpkin. I wanted the brown shaggy hair, tall country boy that drove a pickup truck and had kids of his own and a vasectomy to boot.
Instead, I found a short bald guy in a BMW with no children and fully functioning baby-making parts. But alll of a sudden my “list” of what I wanted in life was irrelevant. We just meshed well from the moment we met that night. Not too long into the evening my friend announced to me that I would marry him. The girl who was the biggest skeptic about guys in my life called it in the first half hour. What a wonderful memory.
That following morning, his mother passed away. I never met her.
And my gosh have we been to hell and back since then. But he’s mine. He’s all I really ever wanted.
Happy Three years my baldy.
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