Opposites attract so true and they work, they really do. How motorcycle man and I are different?

photo booth

He actually loves adventure. Me, I love the “idea” of adventure. I feel much safer on the ground and not going fast. I think he was built for speed.   I should have known on one of our first adventures as teens when he took me dirt bike riding, he said climb on. I held on for dear life! I have always trusted him with my life though, so much so I let him hold me over the side of Huntington Beach pier. He wanted to, so I let him.

rich motorI would say in our home, he is the neat one. Me not so much. He will say “maybe you could wash your coffee mugs out when you’re done, I mean I know the other day the coffee stain made you a cool heart but really, it’s easy to just rinse your mug out” I will say “I will try” and the next day he will pick up my mug and give me the look and I will say “opps, I forgot, I will try harder next time” He will say, “maybe we should simplify” “Let’s conquer this cupboard today” and me, my heart starts pounding fast. “I don’t want to get rid of that!” However sometimes he is very convincing and being a man of action he will just begin, then I join and often I feel so much better when we are done.

photophoto (10)He loves the beauty of the morning sun. He will wake before me and start the coffee. He turns on his news and has his ritual. While I stay in bed as long as I possibly can. Again on the rare occasions he can rouse me up, I have enjoyed the most peaceful mornings at his side. Sometimes on vacation he will ask me to rise early with him at least once, where we will walk in the quiet and watch the sun rise. I’m always glad I set my rest aside to see the wonders he sees.

marathon(he even got me up REAL early to do the L.A. Marathon 3x’s!)

I like things a bit wonky and off center and this in the beginning sort of caused some confusion. I would walk by and move a photo on the book stand at an angle and the next time I walked by it would be all straightened out. I like furniture most always at an angle and he likes things nice and symmetrical.

IMG_6664We meet each other half way.  I ride on his bike so we can go on photo adventures together.

la2shooting each otherI remember our first townhouse had a little gate that we had to go through to get to our patio and front door. I would often forget to latch the gate.” I remember he would say, “It’s not that hard to just latch the gate. It made me wonder how I could miss something so simple. I think it’s because my head is in the clouds so much of the time. I so admire his eye and hand for detail. I wish I automatically could be that way. He likes to say “but it’s common sense” I will say, “no, it’s your common sense not mine”

oppositesI love how he can pick up his guitar and just play music by ear and he makes it looks so simple the music thing. While I can’t even sing or hold any kind of tune. We will be listening to music and he will say “you have this air guitar solo” and I will say “um, I don’t even know how to play the guitar by air!” When I try he laughs because it’s usually so very wrong. Then I laugh too. It gets us into a nice chuckle.

IMG_4086He likes to be funny in the morning. He will dance and do such silly things. While me I just stare at him without even cracking a smile, it’s more like I’m so tired I don’t seem to actually notice his antics. Then he will say “Okay I’ll stop now, feeling a little ridiculous” it’s at that point I will bust out in laughter.

beard richI see this post is getting so long but my point is. We are opposites in nearly every single way and I wouldn’t have it any other way. He makes my life so much more fun than I would have it, if it were just me. He is the adventure, he is the music, he is the fun, he has good practical sense and he is a good speller, he is keen on detail and likes things clean, and he is so handsome too and his butt, it’s rock hard (hee hee like the statue of David) He gives me such good love and attention. I feel so well taken care of when I’m with him. He is my balance. I’m thankful for motorcycle man. He is the perfect match for me. I wonder how I made out so well.   I never want to take him for granted. I want to grow old with him. I have plans, like dinner in the blue hair hour, and long walks around the pond.

I love how we have three pictures in front of Mama’s front window on her love seat(s)

mama's front window


Today is Motorcycle Man’s birthday

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.

us augThere we are when we were teens, he’s cute right?

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.

photo boothHe was always up for the photo booth experience.  It’s always been about pictures for me.

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.

laughtersee so hard I cry!

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.IMG_4481He loves his family so very much.  He even lets me take pictures in public on timer!

all time favthis is my most favorite photo ever of Rich and his other girl

IMG_4186_2he loves this other girl so much, that when she asks him to dance in public……

IMG_4192_2He will!!

utahthe man and his bike!  He also let’s me take fun pictures of him

30He helps me with my dream list

IMG_3168best romantic get away ever!  San Francisco (city of love in my opinion) and wine tasting in Sonoma

IMG_2168I just feel safe when he holds me close

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.