Friday, May 31, 2013
A Wife's Good-bye (An Entry to my Husband.)
Welcome minions, I've been mauling over a new series idea for about a month. To be honest, I've been thinking about writing this since I became a parent. The flood of ideas are so large that I feel I don't have much choice, other then to write it. I know that I'm still in works with my Digging up the past series but this one has had my mind on such an overflow that it's slowed my work on other pieces. Since this topic has been coursing its way through my mind with no sign of stopping, I decided to go ahead and start this new adventure. I'll begin with an entry to my husband that will give you an idea of what the series is about and just seems the most logical place to start.
Part one: A wife's goodbye. (An entry to my husband.)
I know that you're hoping to go first, in fact, you insist that I never leave you alone. It's kind of sweet because deep down we both know that you'd be utterly lost without me. With this in mind, I decided to write you a guide. If I die while our children are still small, I know you'll need a little hand handling our brood. I won't be there any longer to look to or to step in when your unsure of what to do. As far as I see it, this is the next best thing and you'll be glad just to have something helpful, over nothing.
First, I just want to say that though I am unsure as to how long we will have been together (can't predict my death) I know that I love you and always will. It's true that you can be a real pain in the ass and that you drive me crazy but in the end, there is no one else I'd rather lay down with at night. You were my night in shining pick-up truck from the start. You whisked me away from my home life and gave me hope for the future. After a week or so we were living together and I couldn't be happier to already step into the wifey roll.
Every moment from the first kiss was filled with passion. We were madly in love within a week, though neither of us wanted to admit it. I remember laying in bed one night before the long ride back to reality (before over-night visits.), you told me that you didn't want to take me home. That you spent all day thinking about me, to the point of effecting work and you just wished you could shrink me and carry me in your pocket all day. I laughed and you realized how creepy that would normally sound but I understood the meaning behind it.
It was nights later, I believe a week to the day since we had started dating. We were riding down the Interstate when you busted out with "I don't love you, wait, I mean, I'm not saying that I couldn't love you, I'm just saying that I don't love you...right now." Once again I laughed, this was thrown from far left field. We hadn't made any mention of love, marriage or anything more then the slowly growing relationship we had. We had simply been living in the moment from the start.
To my surprise, later that night in your bed (before my long trip home) you said those three little words while half asleep. With it, you added on that you had been wanting to tell me for some time but it was so soon. Earlier you convinced yourself to tell me you didn't love me, so you wouldn't say otherwise to soon. After that night, I'm pretty sure I went home and returned to your house the next day, never to leave again. Sure we had our ups and downs but in the end, we could never stay mad at each other. You know the story of us but I just want you to know that you were a wonderful blessing from the start. You quite possibly saved my life and I couldn't be more thankful for that.
Anyways, you know how the story unfolds from there. It's been six years of marriage and eights years of relationship. Six houses, three kids, two dogs and four trucks later, here we are. I don't know if I'll still love you when we're old and grey (or that I will live that long) but I know that I do now and can't see myself stopping. (So don't screw it up man! Haha.)
To sum it up: Here's to hoping I don't up and die. Here's to hoping we have a long, happy, love filled life. If we don't and I die off then here's to hoping my guide will help you along the way.
Stay tuned for post 2: Moms dead, now what? (How to handle the kids.)