This man.
He still makes my heart skip a beat when he walks into a room.
Today marks 18 years of marriage.
Many people thought it wouldn’t last.
Our courtship was fast and a whirlwind of 3 months before he proposed on Christmas.
But we knew each other for 10 plus years before that.
He worked with me on night shift so he experienced my grumpy side as well as my bright cheery side on day shift.
If you can deal with that, you can deal with anything.
He would use a phone in my office to call Karen, his wife, to check on her and the kids. I would listen to how he spoke to her, the love and concern in his voice. The time he took to call and speak with her. It would make me smile to know there were men like Troy Wood still out there. The old fashion, open the car door kind of men. They are few and far between. I had just been through my second divorce. I would ask the good Lord, “why can’t I find a man like that?”
A tragic accident ripped his life apart.
He lost Karen.
When we heard the news at work, my heart broke. I cried for him and his babies. He was such a good man, it was hard to fathom such a loss.
I don’t know who was put in whose path for healing, but it happened quickly.
All of a sudden we were together mending hearts and lives. Putting our lives back together, together.
Some people thought it was too soon.
We were too different.
Lived in different towns.
Lived different lives.
City girl and country boy.
Apparently, God had a plan and perfect timing.
And today, 18 years later, the proof is in the pudding.
Once again, it is happening so quickly.
18 years.
I am excited to see what the future holds. While I am waiting, I will enjoy my old fashioned man, let him pull my chair out and help me put my jacket on. The sweet text messages through out the day, a heart ❤, a kiss 💋, just to let me know I am on his mind.
He is a keeper.
I am fortunate, God thought I was worthy to have a man like that.
Happy Anniversary my love. Thank you for enjoying life with me.
I love you way behind my back and madly.
Lorene
