… Divorced my Father when I was five… She had her reasons, I wont share them here, and I dont fault her for them, not for a second.
… Searched for ten years for someone who would treat her and her kids as we deserved to be treated. Some treated her like a princess while all but ignoring us. Most of them did, in fact.
She dismissed them. Even if it broke her for a little bit. She put her needs aside for us. And she continued to do so even as we turned in to mini adults.
Then she met him.
Someone with two children of his own. Someone who respected her. Someone who treated her like the Queen she is. (Just in case you didn’t figure it out, my Mother is kind of beyond reproach as far as I’m concerned…)
We all loved him. And more importantly, SHE loved him…. A few years later…
He did it. He asked her to marry him.
And I was there for it. With my camera. Big shock right? Well, to her it was a pretty big shock, as evidenced from the above photograph. For the record, I took that in 1994. Like… YEARS ago. Several years ago.
I’ve loved him like a Father for as long as I’ve known him. I’ve been so grateful to him for being in my Mom’s life. For loving her as she deserved to be loved…
They lived together, but not married… Not technically. They had their reasons… Those reasons are no more.
Me: “Hey Mom, what’s up?”
Mom: “I’ve been calling you for hours” (Clearly pissed at me.)
Me: “”I’m sorry… You know I’m working…” (Pissed that she’s pissed.)
Mom: “So me and ***** went to the courthouse and got the marriage license.”
At this point my jaw drops and my heart starts taching along at 150 or so. I can’t form a sentence, so I babble. Like I do. “Wait… huh… WHAT???”
Mom: “Are you okay? Are you sitting down?”
I nod, but she can’t see that over a cell phone connection… “Mom? I’m here. I’m okay… You’re really going to do it?”
Mom: “It’s about time, isn’t it?”
Me: “Yes, it is. I’m so happy for you!!!!”
The smile on my face is like nothing you can imagine. They’re getting married…. After all this time. 18 years, in fact. I’m so excited that I can hardly contain myself.