Part Two. If you missed Part I, click here: How I Met My Husband to get a little context for what follows.
“Don’t forget to leave me your telephone number,” his mother insisted for weeks until I finally relented and turned over a small folded piece of paper containing the most significant 10-digits I owned. So imagine my surprise when weeks rolled by and I receieved no call from Keith. Every time I’d go to the hair salon, his mom would say, “Keith really wants to call you but he’s been so busy,” and I’d simply brush it off. I never wanted to give him my number in the first place.
His poor mother. I later learned she was having an even more difficult time getting him to accept my telephone number than she did in getting it from me. Every time he’d visit her, she’d leave pieces of paper around the house with his name and a smiley face on them. On the inside of the paper would be my telephone number along with the same question, “Have you called that girl named Fawn?”
I can imagine how he must have felt. He was 31-years old at the time, and quite frankly, what man wants to tell people for the rest of his life, “My Mommy set me up with my wife?” Just minutes after his mother and I had that heart-to-heart at her salon about my desires in life, she called Keith and said, “Son, I just met your wife.” Well, no wonder he didn’t want to call me!
Weeks went by and finally I received a call on my cell phone from a number I didn’t recognize. I answered and the voice on the other end sounded like a cross between Barry White and Dennis Haysbert (the guy from the Allstate commercials, “Are you in good hands?”). It certainly was the deepest voice I’d ever heard on my phone. I could have nervously responded but instead quipped, “Is this the second coming?!?” And we both burst into laughter. ”You’ve clearly been talking to my mother,” he responded. Indeed I had.
Keith hates talking on the telephone and yet we’d speak for hours on end. For nearly a month we didn’t meet each other in person; we wanted to savor our time getting to know one another before we had any idea what the other looked like. We fell in love over the phone and by the time we met, it was a done deal.
Our first date was May 9, 2003.
He proposed September 6, 2003.
On December 26, 2003, he looked at me and said, “Why are we waiting to get married?” I didn’t have an answer so his follow-up statement made all the sense in the world, “Let’s not wait. Let’s drive now to Las Vegas and get married.”
We eloped December 27, 2003 with my sister and her husband as our witnesses and an Elvis impersonator (in training) as our officiator.
And that, my friends, is how this wild and amazing relationship began. This year, marks a decade of love and I could not have imagined life any better.
Until tomorrow…make it a great day!
Why I Love My Husband (the never-ending list):
95. He does at least 1 thing every day that make me fall in love with him all over again.
96. He says “thank you” for the most miniscule things I do.
97. He will go without having something he’d like to have just so he can get me something he thinks I’ll like.
98. He entertains my jokes and laughs at my idiosyncricies.
99. He’s gentle with me.
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