I read this quote today:
I wasn't looking when I met you. But you turned out to be everything I was looking for.
Truer words were never spoken. I was a New York girl living in South Carolina, 26 years old hanging around in a 30-something chat room (because let's face it, younger guys may be hot but they are SO immature!). I stumbled upon a Texan who shared my love of country music and football. One of our first dates was a tour of the old Texas Stadium. One of our best dates was an Alabama concert where we sweated our butts off and stood for three hours because it was that good.
We've been through births and deaths. We've made friends together and we've lost friends together. We've suffered financial setbacks and enjoyed more prosperous times. We've played golf together and we've gone to Vegas together. I introduced him to the beach, he introduced me to Mexican food. I endure his love of "who done it" shows and he indulges my love for romance novels. We've lost two children and created two more. We've been to weddings and funerals together. I've sat with him through numerous injections for his bad back, and he's been by my side through countless medical procedures (and I mean countless!). He makes me laugh, he thinks I'm a nut, and he loves me for me.
That's a pretty cool thing, because I love him for him.
Happy 16 years, Hubby.
In 2007, January 7th became one of the worst days in Hubby's (and through him, mine as well) life. His brother Daryl was killed in a motorcycle accident. I can't pretend to know what it's like to lose your big brother. All I know is Hubby handled it with his characteristic stoic strength and calm. I know this day brings sad memories for him along with the happy ones, but isn't that what life is all about?