21,535,200 seconds ago, 358920 minutes ago, 14955 days ago, 41 years ago this morning, I felt terribly sick. It was bitter cold, spitting snow. My brother took me to the emergency room of UT Hospital. The doctor laughed at me, said there was nothing wrong, gave me a B12 shot, and sent me on to my wedding. If you had sat me down and told me all that would happen to me in the next 41 years, all the children and grandchildren we would have, the place we would go, the people we would meet, the things we would see, the adventures we would have, I would never have believed it. The Three and her and me has been the greatest adventure I could have never imagined. Bad times and great, deaths and births, mountains and valleys, life has been as real as I would have never hoped for or imagined it could be. I married my lover, and to this day, she is her. I have never grown tired of her, never thought she was anything but drop-dead gorgeous, never not longed for her, felt fulfilled in her, desired her. From the first time I saw her, I loved her and wanted to be with her, and all these feelings and infinitely more have never gone away. Is this normal? I don’t know. I hope so. But the truth is…it is my normal. God be praised. I have never gotten over her.
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