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Valentine, A Love Story

Posted by Sue on February 14, 2008 in Celebrations, Deep Thoughts, Life |

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At the risk of being sickening, I'm going to bring up some memorable moments from the wedding that touched me in ways that had very little to do with the bride and groom. My husband and I have been together almost 30 years. Over the years a few 'truths' have become evident. My husband doesn't like to fast dance. He will, if he's had a ginormous amount of alcohol to drink and all his inhibitions have flown out the window. Although he likes a drink now and then, he's had years of practice and it takes quite a bit to get him to the point where those inhibitions have gone. It doesn't take a whole lot, however, for him to become sappy. He doesn't go around telling everyone that he loves them, but he certainly loosens up and will be rather generous with his love toward his family. It's become a family joke, in a sweet way, in that his famous quote is "At least I'm not a mean drunk."

Another 'truth' about my husband is he hates to dress up. His "uniform" has changed over the years from jeans, t-shirt and flannel shirt to jeans, t-shirt and sweatshirt (did I mention he doesn't like change, either?) If we go out in the evening, we go casual and his uniform works as well for that as it does for work. I live in jeans most of the time, too, so I can't say much. However, I must say when he grouches and grumps and fusses about having to put on those tuxes for the weddings, he does so reluctantly but oh, my! The results are stunning. His beard and hair have grown gray over the years, but as we all know that just makes men more distinguished and trust me, when he gets dolled up James Bond has nothin' on him!

This wedding was a bit different for me because my husband was the best man. He didn't sit with me at the wedding, he didn't sit with me at the reception. I was able to stand back and watch him from afar. It was a bit different for him, too, as he messed up once by going into the reception with me never thinking that he, as part of the wedding party, was not supposed to be appearing at the reception just yet! He started to mingle when the maid of honor came flying in and grabbed him, scolding all the way. We all laughed, knowing he was in trouble… and accepting that was nothing new for the day!

A bit later the wedding party made their official entrance. The song? "Another One Bites the Dust". Laughter exploded! First the bridesman came in – a good friend of the bride who, yes, is a man, and who stood up with her. Then my eldest son came in – he was standing up with his brother. Then came one of the bridesmaids and one of the groomsmen who happen to be a couple. They came across the dance floor in their entrance and he stopped in the middle of the floor and 'dipped' his lady. Then came my guy. Mister I Don't Dance. He came in with the maid of honor and when they hit the dance floor, they stopped and he spun her around! Oh, my! I was stunned. He actually looked like he knew what he was doing! The bride and groom came in twirling and hopping and the party got started.

Hubs had to give a speech, which he'd been worrying about for days. He made me proud and did a great job, only to be shown up minutes later by my elder son who also gave a speech and had everyone choked up. I was so proud of them both. Dinner, dancing, talking, the evening blurring into snapshots of memories. I was pretty much staying put and people were coming to talk to me as my husband mingled. He's one of those guys who can talk to anyone and I would look around occasionally to see where he was or who he was with. On one of those scans around the room I wasn't finding him… until I spotted him right in front of me, on the dance floor! I was shocked. It was a fast dance and I knew he hadn't had that much to drink! Come to find out the bridesmaids had been at him and had gotten him out there… and they were making him look like he knew what he was doing! (He swears it was all them, that he just followed and they led!) At any rate, I was stunned… but thrilled to see him out there and looking soooo good.

As the evening progressed, he would come by and sit with me for a few minutes and everytime he did he told me how beautiful I looked. You just know that did a lot for me! I had to keep reminding him he hadn't seen me with makeup or clothes on for weeks, so it wouldn't take much to make an improvement, but he claimed (as he always does) that it doesn't make any difference to him, that he thinks I'm beautiful all the time… but that I was exceptionally gorgeous that night. (Awwww…)

One of my most memorable moments of the whole event was mid-evening when the D.J. announced the next song was dedicated to the grooms' mom and dad. We went up to dance (a slow dance) not recognizing the song. My son likes most music, but tends to lean toward country the most and many songs of the evening were country. This song was no exception. I was trying to listen to the words, but couldn't really catch them until "Me Too" came out of the speakers. That was the song. Toby Keith's song, "Me Too". I had been sooo good all day and night, not crying…. until that. You see, for years and years my husband and I rarely say "I love you" to each other and never on the phone. But we never end a conversation without saying "me too". It has become a joke with our friends and family as we started out thinking we were being so sneaky… I could say it when I was at work or he was around people and they didn't know we were being mushy. Well, we got busted many years ago and now we get teased about it because it is so obvious what we are really saying. So when I heard that come out of the speakers and knew that my newly married son and  his bride had picked that for us, it just choked me up. I downloaded it on my iPod the next day and Hubs and I got choked up all over again listening to it… and have determined that is now "our song".

When the evening was over and things were packed up and we were home in bed, we were both still too wired from it all. We lay curled up together and rehashed the day – not having been together for most of it – and talked until we were talked out. Memories being made and preserved for all time.I realize this wedding was all about my son and his beautiful bride. It was a celebration of the "official" beginning of their life together. Still? For me it was a chance to be romantic and silly and sweet and to flashback to looking across a machine shed almost 30 years ago and locking eyes with a guy who I couldn't dream then would be my soul mate now. I wouldn't have had it any other way. Happy Valentine's Day, Honey… I'd do it all over again. 

20 Comments

  • justrun says:

    This was great to read. Thanks for sharing, and happy Valentine’s!

  • Dazd says:

    Happy Valentines Day!

  • Lydia says:

    How sweet! I hope you have a wonderful valentine’s day!

  • Michael says:

    Sounds like a memory making day. Happy Valantines Sue.

  • sizzle says:

    this is such a fantastic post. i loved reading it!

    you sound happy. that, in turn, brightens my day. 🙂

  • Fantastagirl says:

    Beautiful – Happy Valentines’ Day!

  • Miss Bliss says:

    That was wonderful! Happy Valentines Day and thank you for sharing your joy with us.

  • Lisa says:

    That was absolutely beautiful. Thank you for taking the time to write it and share it with us. And, now, pictures of the wedding!!!!

  • Kay says:

    Great time was had by all could be your other theme! Good for you and thanks for sharing such great stories. I felt as though I was a guest looking on at a great wedding and celebration. Blessings to your son and his wife and you and Hubs.

    Hope you continue to get stronger and healthier. Keep us informed about that numbness in your neck. Glad the surgery can give you relief from continuous pain. No one realizes how awful it is to have that unless they have suffered, too. Take care and Happy Valentine’s Day to you and Hubs.

    Gotta tell you my “friend” Dick bought me 4 Michelin tires for my van, but also a card with money and a heart-shaped box of Dove chocolates. No kisses, though, because he is sick with a terrible cold and laryngitis. Poor soul.

  • Andie says:

    That was a really sweet story Sue. 🙂 I love reading things like that. People are so jaded and bitter now a days, (I don’t need love! I’m fine!) that reading about honest real love is such a refreshing thing.

  • Tutu says:

    Such a sweet post. And your son is so thoughtful–I am now going to try to listen to Me Too.

  • Jan says:

    Sue..how wonderful for you. It sounds like the perfect day. You have a beautiful family..but then, you are such a beautiful person.

  • pat says:

    What a wonderful post..I hope I get “me too” in my life…

  • Al says:

    Your story was like coming in out of the cold on a winters day and snuggling up in a warm blanket with a good book.

    Thanks for bringing a little more warmth into the world. It needs all it can get, and most people are scared spitless to expose so much of theit heart.

    A sincere thanks.

  • What a sweet, sweet post! Hope you had a nice Valentine’s Day!

  • Teresa says:

    What a wonderful post. I was doing well until you got to the “Me Too” and then it made me cry. LOL. Yeah, I listen to Toby. I’m so glad it was such a wonderful day for you all!

  • Susan says:

    WOW! Awesome post. I’m verklempt! Glad the two of you had such a great time “watching” each other. He’s right. You’re beautiful with or without all the fixins’! 🙂 Accept it.

  • Rick says:

    I’m with the hubs, blue jeans and t-shirt/flannel/sweatshirt. I stopped wearing suits the day Jimmy Carter walked into the Oval Office in jeans.

  • Becky says:

    Awww….that’s so sweet. Funny, Ted also becomes much more emotional whenever he’s been drinking as well. Like you, at least it’s a good thing to come out of it, right? 🙂 Your “me too” reminds me of the movie, Ghost, and how their special way was “ditto.”

  • Cindi says:

    I loved reading that, Sue. Now I have tears in my eyes after reading the ending too.

    I have been awful about keeping up with all my favorite blogs…so I am trying to get caught up!

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