It’s hard to think of exactly where to begin? I mean he means the world to me and is one of my most favorite people on the planet. He is Rich, my motorcycle man. It’s his birthday today and I have known him for 28 of his 44 years. But legend has it; we locked eyes as tiny babes and didn’t even know it! My mom lived in the apartment just next door to Rich’s Nana. The window from our apartment complex looked right down on that trailer park where Nana had a spot. My mom thinks she may have held me to that window a few times and what if? What if my baby eyes saw him? What if? Anyways it’s a crazy thought we were so close when we were tiny without even realizing it! This world can feel so small sometimes.
When I was just 16 I thought that boy looked so cute with his surfer bleached hair and his confidence. He was the boy I thought I could never end up with. He was way too cute for me and I wasn’t even his type, or so I thought. We of course were good friends at first but all along I had other motives. I just had to get my foot in the door. I was such a great friend I would set him up with the pretty blond, blue-eyed girl…you know the kind that looked like she went perfect with the California boy. I was the weird red-headed girl who liked art, poetry and old books. Turns out beginning with a friendship can be a pretty solid thing. Here we are a few decades later still in love. Now I’m not going to act like it has been all smooth sailing. We have had our storms, our ups and downs but it has only strengthened our relationship.
I couldn’t ask for a better partner, a better daddy for our children. He just doesn’t get comfortable and complacent. He always looks for ways to improve what we have. He spends time with his kids, he spends time with me. He makes me laugh so hard I cry sometimes.
I wonder sometimes how did this happen to me. How did I get this ginormous blessing in my life? I don’t understand. Maybe I’m not supposed to understand. Maybe I’m just supposed to be thankful. The best part is, we like each other not just love. We couldn’t be more different and I think that’s why it works so well. I learn new things from him and he learns from me too. We love each other so much we do things we wouldn’t normally do. Like for instance he isn’t a fan of art or museums or photography but he will go with me, I’m terrified of motorcycles but I ride on the back of his. You know things like that. We just make a good team. I want to wish him a happy birthday and share some photos. As our children are growing far too quick, it’s nice to know he and I will still like each other and will be able to enjoy each other’s company as the kids grow up and move on. I feel blessed and I’m grateful for the boy who was born one Halloween night 44 years ago today.He loves his family so very much. He even lets me take pictures in public on timer!
If I were to pick just one song for “US” it would be this one, it seems a little conceited but I don’t want our love to ever be forgot. So when he took me to see Regina so I could check off another dream on my list, she sang this song last…and yes I cried.