Friday, January 23, 2009

Curious Case of my relationship..

I could write about the 2 funeral viewings we went to this week-sad, sad, sad. It makes me realize how short life really is and why are we really here and other deep thoughts.
I could write about the 2 movies we have seen lately-"Curious Case of Benjamin Button"-great movie (can anyone say BRAD PITT is AWESOME and BEAUTIFUL?). "The Wrestler"-gory awful movie with good acting.
I could write about the fact that I am going to a running group today at noon at the track with Coach Eric and how scared shitless I am about that.
I could write about the fact that I signed up for a stupid snowshoe race tomorrow at the top of the mountain and how I really regret doing so at this moment. I hate being cold and feeling race pressure in something I am not good at.
I could write about how Oprah's show on menopause and hormones has me searching for medical professionals who know anything about this. I did order 2 books on the subject.
I could write about my grand babies. A never ending story of how I love being a grandma to these 3 little girls.
I could write about how moving and exciting the inauguration was and how much I think President Obama rocks.

Instead I will write about how 20 years ago I met H, my husband-on January 16, 1989. We were in a divorce group-he just having gotten divorced and me, just having broken off a engagement. I had sworn off men for 6 months. Since I had nothing but resentment in my mind against the male species at that moment in time, the first thing I thought when I saw H was why is that guy wearing a white shirt? Now anyone who knows my husband knows how great looking and handsome he is, but at the time I was trying to find fault with anyone of the opposite sex. As I got to know him through the group, I realized yes, he had 2 little girls too, was a lawyer and we began to talk on the phone every night. We had our first date on February 14, 1989. The rest is history so they say. We have been through raising 4 teenage girls, suffered through the deaths of 3 parents, 1 sibling and 1 old dog. We have gone through fazes of being together yet living our own lives, me working, he working. Me being a triathlete, he working. Me being in school, he working. Me starting my own practice as a counselor, he working. But at the end of everyday, we would reconnect and talk about our days and lives and experiences. We have fought through hardships in relationship, blended family issues, kid issues, money issues. Still H & I have been each other's soft place to fall through it all. He is my best friend, my true love, my partner in life. We know each other better than anyone else. Sometimes we are thinking the same thing at the same that is true love! The last 2 years have been amazing as we have retired and are spending most of out time together. Our separate worlds are intertwined now. He is a triathlete now, he does the shopping and cooking, I do the cleaning and laundry. It all works so well and has for 20 years now. I do not tire of him, nor him of me.

Yesterday was H's birthday. he is the youngest 62 year old I know...

Happy Birthday baby!


RBR said...

Awwwww, beautiful. Call me a sap, but I love these kind of posts.

Happy Birthday Iron Hartley!

Lisa Slow-n-Steady said...

What a sweet post. :-)

Calyx Meredith said...

Lovely post! I'm with RBR - I love hearing these kinds of stories.

Susi said...

Happy Birthday H and thank you Debi for such an amazing post!

WADDLER26.2 said...

Beautiful post and how lucky you both are. Happy Birthday H!

the Dread Pirate Rackham said...

I might just pass out from the insane cuteness that is you two. You're even cuter in person.

long may you thrive!