Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Five for Ten: YES!
Sorry, we`re closed, I said through the glass. Wow, he`s cute, I said to myself. He didn't leave. He pointed for me to open the door. My heart skipped a beat. He was smiling. He wanted to talk to me. He was supposed to meet my manager later that week to discuss the community safety campaign, but he had to cancel. Could I please pass along the message.
YES, of course! I replied. He had a cute little French accent. I smiled. He smiled. We gave each other a knowing look. Then he took off in his sporty little car. I watched the tail lights disappear into the night and wondered what his name was.
A few days passed. I was at work again and the phone rang. It was for me. It was him. He explained that he was the guy at the door the other night. His name was D. He asked if I would like to go on a date with him.
YES, I said, That sounds great. We agreed on a date and time and he said he'd pick me up. I hung up the phone and could barely contain myself. YES! A date! I couldn't wait.
We had a wonderful date - dinner and a movie. We had great conversation. We liked a lot of the same things. He was a true gentleman. When he dropped me off we kissed goodnight. It was amazing. I had such butterflies. I couldn't stop smiling. We agreed to get together again, soon. I went in the house and my mom was up, waiting to see how it went. I told her how incredible he was and how it had been the best date ever. I told her that I was going to marry this guy. If he asked me to marry him tomorrow, I would say YES! I'm sure she was concerned, but she was also genuinely happy for me.
We continued to date and got to know each other better. Soon I was spending more time at his apartment than I was at home. My father got a job in another city and my family would soon be moving. There was no way I could go with them. D and I were just starting to get serious. I decided to stay and rented my friend's room while she was away at university. Months went by and things got even more serious. His best friend from his hometown came to visit for a couple of weeks and we got along great. D was really happy to see his best friend and his girlfriend getting along so well. We partied, we drank, we talked, we laughed. I had passed The Test.
Two months went by and it was a few days before my twentieth birthday. We were planning to celebrate together with a few drinks. I had been feeling sick and wasn't sure if I'd be up to it. And I was secretly starting to worry. When was my last period, anyway? I decided to get a test. I brought it home and took it right away, thinking I'd prove myself wrong and get those crazy thoughts out of my head.
It was positive.
No, it had to be a mistake. I called D, panicked. He was panicked, too, but remained calm. And he helped calm me down. Go get another test, he said, Let's be sure about this. I went straight to the drugstore and bought two more tests. They were both positive.
We were in shock. We were scared. But we would get through it. Together. He made me feel so safe, so loved. Sooo much better.
Soon his roommate moved out and it only made sense that I would move in. We were having a baby together. But I made it very clear that I didn't want to move in because I had to. He did not have to take care of this baby. I could move back in with my parents and he could forget about everything if he wanted to. But that was never even a consideration for him. We were a family now. He wanted to stay with me and raise this baby together. I was so happy.
Fast-forward to today. Almost 14 years later, and 7 years as husband and wife. It hasn't always been easy for us - we've gone through some serious personal, legal and financial issues together. But none of those things could ever break the bond we have. The love we have.
We now have two wonderful children. We have built a great life for our family and I couldn't be happier. D is such an amazing father and husband. He is a strong, handsome, loving, hard-working, thoughtful, handy, organized man. He always puts his family first and he never forgets a promise. He does laundry and makes supper every night and he doesn't complain about my forgetfulness or my tendency to procrastinate. He hates coffee but always stops to buy one for me. He gets me (most of the time) and he loves me unconditionally. I love him more and more each day and I appreciate him and everything he does for us. I'm so happy that I said YES to him on that day, 14 years ago. I can't imagine my life without him.