Friday, November 19, 2010
Do you see this man? He is probably, along with my children, the reason I am still here.
The first night he stayed with me I gave him the first test. He was going on about how beautiful I was or some such thing and I said, "Don't bullshit me, man."
He has done his best not to ever since then.
Tonight we were sitting on the porch, having our Friday night martini and we were talking about this and that, things we might want to do in the future and I said, "I need to get out of this hole before I can think of doing anything at all," and he said, "I'll be here when you're ready."
And then he asked me again if there was anything he could be doing or should be doing or shouldn't be doing to make me feel better and I said, "No. You are doing perfect."
And then I told him that I would marry him again tomorrow.
"I feel the same," he said.
Oh that man.
Tall as the clouds and sweet as honey. Feet on the ground and arms long enough to wrap around me and pull me close.
We were talking about how it's time to start thinking about building our house in Apalachicola and he asked me a while later, after a kiss, "Will you kiss me on our deck looking out on the bay in Apalachicola?"
"If we have a deck in Apalachicola, I sure will."
I have no ending for this little bit of writing. I hope I never do.
If he lives to be ninety-nine, I hope to live that long too, minus one minute.
What else can I say?
I call him Mr. Honey Man. I call him my husband. I call him my love.
I call him Mr. Moon. That is his name.