My Husband

I have mentioned that I have been married two times.  I was married when I was 18.  I was widowed right before I was 45.   Shortly after I was widowed I met my current husband.  Tim. 

I can’t say enough about Tim.  He’s incredible.  I love him. I adore him.  He has renewed my ability to believe in marriage and family.   He’s just a plain good guy. 

I actually met Tim on My Space.  I’m not really sure who we had on the site that was a mutual friend. What I do know is one of us responded to a comment that the other one made.  Before long Tim sent a personal message and asked for my phone number.  I obviously gave it to him. 

After a few weeks he asked if I would have dinner with him.  When I am not sure about something, I get extremely sarcastic.  Instead of answering with a deserved yes or no, I said something to the effect of suggesting that we meet at a Wendy’s hamburger joint and thought maybe he could just bring an engagement ring.  I actually said that we could just get engaged.  That did not happen. 

The day that we were going to meet, he called me to tell me that he was going to postpone, due to the SNIFFLES.  I shamed him into meeting me regardless.  We met over dinner and got along nicely.  We talked a lot.  For me that isn’t normally an issue.  Tim is far more reserved that I am.  Neither of us were looking for someone to date. 

Enough of that.  I feel very blessed that Tim’s entire family has welcomed me into the family.  I adore them all.  Unfortunately, I never met his mom.  I understand that that would have been the real test.   She was quite critical of her children’s spouses.  I was supposed to meet her, but she died the week prior.  I will be positive and believe that we would have gotten along nicely.

Tim’s dad was a treat to know.  He was actually the only father-in-law I had.  Bruce’s dad died before I dated Bruce and his step father didn’t exactly like his kids.  So there were no interactions with him.  Dan, his dad was a sweet man.  I only knew him after his wife died.  He truly lost the love of his life.  With that loss, he lost some of his spunk and will to thrive.

Tim knew the important it was for me to continue taking care of my mom.  He knew that and welcomed my mom into our house.  In fact, when we bought our house part of the criteria was to find a house with a space suitable for my mom’s needs.  Tim became my mom’s escort, helping her walk around the house.  They were also partners with their sweet tooth’s.  He always bought her sweets for her candy stash.

Tim and I don’t fight.  We don’t argue.  We rarely disagree.  It’s an easy relationship.  I think that we were both in difficult relationships the first time around.  As a result, we appreciate each other.  The little tendencies that might irritate us, such as, Tim hates when I leave time on the microwave and I don’t understand drawers that are ajar.  We just fix it and move on with the day.  Neither of us do it deliberately.

We don’t have the stresses of young couples with children and discipline.   We don’t spend all of our time together.   We give each other room to breathe. 

I appreciate him.  He’s a good guy.  He’s my good guy.