Today, 30 years ago, my husband and I met. The teenagers we were had no idea of the journey ahead.
We went out last night to a restaurant that we love and ate on their brick patio, complete with a small waterfall fountain. The food was good, the weather was spectacular and we never ran out of things to talk about. It was just one of those magical nights where everything comes together.
We reminisced about all that has happened since that day. Like the time we went out to eat and he ended up in the floor of his old car trying to scrape up enough change to pay the bill because he forgot his wallet. He didn't have enough and I ended up staying as collateral until he returned. The time we went camping in Virginia Beach in July and how God-awful hot it was. He told me on that trip that his car was so overloaded I couldn't buy anything unless I could eat it or wear it. When his father died of brain cancer when my husband was 25 years old, how we attended my graduate school graduation and his father's funeral in the same week. Our wedding day. How I laughed and cried when he got into graduate school. The joy on his face when he held our baby for the first time.
It feels like yesterday and a long time ago all in one package. Through it all, he has encouraged me to write every step of the way. He’s made sure I could go to writing club meetings, surprised me with writing classes, hurried home to stay with our child so I could meet with the Rockville 8, encouraged, pushed, prodded and told me I can do it. He has never disagreed to any time, any amount of money, any effort I’ve made toward a writing career.
So, this post is my gift to you for all that you have given me over the past 30 years. My love for you is immeasurable.
For every writer there is at least one unsung hero who’s had a part in their writing life. Tell me about the ones in yours.
Lisa, what a beautiful tribute to your hubby!! And what a great picture you posted with it! My kids have been with me the whole way and they've always been my encouragement (even when they don't want to read their mother's idea of romance, LOL!). Scott hasn't been with me the whole way, but he's been very encouraging, too.
ReplyDeleteI live with my hero and he gets more heroic as time goes by. Thanks for sharing your hero with us Lisa. He is a blessed man indeed to have you in his life.
ReplyDeleteEvie - Thank you. I love that picture. When I took it, I thought it looked like a journey through a storm with the clear sky in the distance. I guess that's a metaphor for life, too, huh? I love that your kids support you no matter what. Those are good kids.
ReplyDeleteMary - So glad you have your own hero. It's good to recognize the blessings in your life and to be grateful for them even during the times when you have to search for them. And thank you for your kind words. :)
Lovely post, Lisa. And I love the picture. Those unsung heroes are so important to our livelihood. We don't realize, until we take time to reflect as you just did, how important our partner in life is to us. Thanks for the reminder. I enjoyed your tribute. ;0)
ReplyDeleteThank you, Candy. Sometimes life feels like it's moving so fast and I forget to stop and thank those closest to me for all they do. No one gets through this life without the help of others.
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