Life is not about the destination... but about the journey!
( originally posted Nov. 2010)
|Que the heavy metal music!|
The year is 1989
and while I wore a can of hairspray on my hair
Paul couldn't even fit his hair under his hat.
Where our journey started
It was the day before thanksgving, the year was 1989 and I never left the house without protecting my hair with a half of a
My mother was a security guard at a large shipping port. Although my mom was crazy cool and could make anybody laugh.. not everyone there was nice to her.
You see, my mom was a story teller ~ truth embellisher ~ some would call her a bullshitter. Say what they wanted, my mom had a huge heart and a loving soul.. which was why I wasn't surprised when she told me about some men at the port who were very nice to her. One man in particular was very kind to my mom.
So, back to that day before Thanksgiving. It was mid afternoon and I was helping my mother work around the house in preparation for the next days dinner. My mom always made way to much food!
I was vacuuming the stairs when there was a knock at the door. I turned the vacume off and listened as my mom opened the door and greeted her guest. I retreated to the top step and peaked down at the cute man with the mustache that sat in the chair across from my mom.
Oh yeah.. I should mention. One day my mom said to me that this guy from her work ~the nice one ~ the rich Italian guy~ saw a photo of me and was going to stop by to meet me. Like I said, my mom was a story teller, I didn't believe her. In fact, I never gave it any thought.
Which is why I was surprised when my mother called upstairs to me to come down.. that there was someone that she wanted me to meet. I knew immediately that it was the guy she spoke about and I was frantic. I had been cleaning all morning, in my cleaning clothes.. and had flat hair. It was 1989, no self respecting girl would be seen with flat hair.
ok.. so I did.
I came out of hiding.. wearing a pink sweatsuit, flat hair, and a 17 year old face free of makeup.
He shook my hand and introduced himself. You know how some people have a genuine look of truth and likability about them.. he had it. I liked him from the very start.
We are parents now..
We've toned it down a bit.
~ We sat at the kitchen table in this very kitchen and we talked for hours.
He told me stories of his history and I told him dreams of my future. Something was just right.. at that very moment, as scary as it was .. we both knew that that day was the first day of the rest of our lives.
Each Thanksgiving while giving thanks for the many blessings in my life.. I give thanks to my mom for giving me this wonderful gift.
Oh.. and the rich Italian thing.. I told you my mom was a bullshitter. : )
Have a wonderful Thanksgiving everyone