Since I started this whole blogging thing, I have mostly wrote about two things: Red Sox baseball and my children. I realized today that I have not said a whole lot about my wife, who in my humble opinion, is the most kind, warm hearted, loving, most beautiful woman in the world.
We met at 18 when my family moved to North Carolina, but she headed off the our Church College, and I headed off to basically the opposite of where she was going. At 21, my sister I was living with in OK got married, I lost my place to stay, and moved back home to finish school. We had our first date in August of 2001. I came to pick her up in my Dad's Cadillac and with a dozen roses in hand. Smooth, right? I asked her to marry me the next Valentine's Day, and we were married in December, 2002.
14 years later, I'm in love with her more now than I was then. We've got 3 children, who if you read here I adore, and they are GREAT kids: her doing, not mine. She is a great Mom, and for putting up with her idiot of a husband, gets my vote for wife of the century.
This is a woman who puts up with my office at home being basically a Red Sox shrine, my framed picture of Fenway Park in the living room, and my constant wearing of a Sox hat. She acts interested when I tell her about the new pitcher we got from Japan, even though I know that is about as exciting to her as grass growing, and reluctantly gives up the TV for 6 months a year for me to watch the Sox games. Though about every other day, the phrase "There is ANOTHER game on tonight?" gets muttered.
Put it this way: my third child is named Trot. I know Red Sox fans understand this, but believe me, people give you some real funny looks when you tell them you named your son Trot. She just lets it roll off her back, a lot like she lets all the stupid stuff that comes out of my mouth at times. I have said some of the most IDIOTIC things to her over the years, a lesser woman would have back handed me with a frying pan a long time ago.
Don't believe me? How's this: Before we had children, she was teaching school. One Saturday doing housework, I uttered this phrase: "Since I make 5 times as much money as you, I shouldn't have to help clean the house". Brilliant, huh? Thankfully, she has a very forgiving heart. I'm sure over time I'll work in more of the stories in which all of you will wonder: "Why has she not punched him out yet?" Just not today.
Today is my first and probably only post not about the Red Sox.
It was about my best friend.
I love you babe.