(Hey y'all. This little thing is called Memoir Monday, and I'd be thrilled if you gave it a shot. Just jot down a story about yourself, grab my code down there, and I'll link you up to be read by all my wonderful blog buddies. The only rule? It has to be true. I am personally doing what I can to help cure your case of the Mondays. Thanks for playing along!)
7 years ago on this date I was driving 100 miles an hour down a little highway to a little church in a little town to participate in a little ceremony wherein The Missus would become my bride. I was 5 hours early, but I was afraid that unless I got there early, she would figure out that she really didn't want to marry me. There was a situation with cuff links, but I lifted some off of one of my groomsmen.
As the doors to the back of the church opened, I finally realized that this was going to happen. Unbeknown to me, my father in law was telling my future bride that she really didn't have to do this, and if she wanted to change her mind, he'd go get the car and get her out of here. So started my wonderful relationship with my in-laws.
As my glowing bride walked down the aisle, it became apparent that she was dealing with a few things. This was indicated by her spontaneously bursting into tears at about the midway point. This gravely concerned me, and when she paused briefly I was certain that I was finally waking up from a dream. Thankfully, she continued, and we were married.
It's been a crazy 7 years, I've been just about the biggest idiot I can be, and she still loves me. I love her more than ever for so many reasons.
Or the fact that this morning she sent me the following picture with the following caption on her way to work.
Or for the simple fact that she's sacrificed so much so that I could even be alive. Which brings us to our Memoir for the day.
When we were engaged, I was invited to spend the week in Kentucky with some of her family. I've blogged about that, but it was one of those blogs where I found out that racism in Kentucky is not near as funny to y'all as it is to me.
Anyholesinlinens, we were driving home from the great state and we were in Missouri. We had just come out of the Lou, and we were cruising along about 70 mile an hour. We were rolling by an on ramp when we both looked over and noticed a dump truck coming down the ramp way too fast to even consider merging. He didn't even look, y'all. Just barreled on down that ramp like he had a hot St. Louis annie and a speedball waitin on him down at the local Waffle House.
My fiancée was driving, and I was busy reading the "Diesel Fuel Only" warning on this truck's gas tank. It was that close. We were boxed in. She was going to be in a wreck, she just had to decide who was going to get hit. She didn't even think, y'all. She jerked the wheel her direction and slammed her side of the car into the Ryder truck in the next lane over. The great thing about all of this? It took place on a bridge.
The dump truck driver sped off, blissfully unaware of this encounter, his mind focused on Toothless Tami Jade and the meth that she always snorted off of his semi erect penis. We never did find out who was driving. Her car was totaled, but we were both fine, not a scratch on us.
And when I re-enacted the accident a short while later with a water bottle, she laughed about it.
The secret to a happy and fulfilling marriage? It's not finding a woman who will take it. It's finding a woman who will take it on her side and laugh about it later.
I love you, Alicia.
2 AM , I lie down deep in slumber,
Feelings are falling downward, I want to forget.
Waking up I hear the way your voice sounds,
My heart starts to pound now, to the rhythm of yours.
You're so angelic, words so symphonic,
Touch your lips to my soul, eat this sorrow away.
How am I so lucky I found you?
Sometimes I feel like I'm still dreaming,
Each day you're always on my mind.
This is how we stay, so connected,
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