Of course my next thing to be most thankful for is my husband, Juan. We have been married for 27 years (this December) and share lots of fond memories...some not so fond...but we won't discuss these here. HA!
We actually meet through a mutual friend. Juan was working at NAS Dallas, in the gym. I had just bought and MGB and she suggested that I bring the car out and meet this guy she worked with. That evening Juan and I went to the bar on base and got to know each other. He was cute and very polite. I liked him right away, and we began to see each other almost daily. A few weeks into the relationship I found out that his divorce was not final. I told him to call me when it was, and I waited.
Several weeks went by. I missed him but I was not about to get involved with a married man (not intentionally anyway!). I just spent more time in my classroom and focused on my kids. I was working a part time job at the mall and life went on. I remember the Saturday that he walked into Motherhood Maternity (my part time job!). He was extremely pale and slightly green around the gills. I could tell he was hung over. He walked over to the counter and said, "My divorce was final yesterday." I smiled, told him to go home, recuperate and call me in a few days. He did, and the rest is history!
We got married in 1981. David was born in 1985 and Joy came along in 1988. I have the perfect family--not perfect people, perfect family. Juan is our guardian, our protector, our provider, our benefactor. He takes care of all the "manly" things like trash, mowing the lawn, paying bills, dealing with car repairs, etc. But he also does the laundry, listens to me rant about work and cries when our dogs died.
Don't get me wrong. We have had our rough times. Most marriages do. But, with age comes compassion and comfort. This anniversary will mark the time in our lives when we have been together half our lives. That is a milestone! One that I am happy to meet!
We actually meet through a mutual friend. Juan was working at NAS Dallas, in the gym. I had just bought and MGB and she suggested that I bring the car out and meet this guy she worked with. That evening Juan and I went to the bar on base and got to know each other. He was cute and very polite. I liked him right away, and we began to see each other almost daily. A few weeks into the relationship I found out that his divorce was not final. I told him to call me when it was, and I waited.
Several weeks went by. I missed him but I was not about to get involved with a married man (not intentionally anyway!). I just spent more time in my classroom and focused on my kids. I was working a part time job at the mall and life went on. I remember the Saturday that he walked into Motherhood Maternity (my part time job!). He was extremely pale and slightly green around the gills. I could tell he was hung over. He walked over to the counter and said, "My divorce was final yesterday." I smiled, told him to go home, recuperate and call me in a few days. He did, and the rest is history!
We got married in 1981. David was born in 1985 and Joy came along in 1988. I have the perfect family--not perfect people, perfect family. Juan is our guardian, our protector, our provider, our benefactor. He takes care of all the "manly" things like trash, mowing the lawn, paying bills, dealing with car repairs, etc. But he also does the laundry, listens to me rant about work and cries when our dogs died.
Don't get me wrong. We have had our rough times. Most marriages do. But, with age comes compassion and comfort. This anniversary will mark the time in our lives when we have been together half our lives. That is a milestone! One that I am happy to meet!
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