Every once in a while, someone decides to remind me how lucky I am to have such an amazing man in my life.
When I hear it, I cringe. Sad to say, but it’s true. How come they aren’t lucky that I am in their life? I rarely, if ever hear that and I get icky inside and then I feel guilt. Don’t you just love how guilt can take over your life in a blink of an eye?
Let’s backtrack a bit. When previously married, I would hear far too often how lucky I am to have that man in my life. He took time off to be with Troy’s older brother, when I was called back to work early. I was lucky to have a man who loved to cook. Lucky, he would change diapers. Lucky that he would stay home at night while I went to Bingo (hangs her head in shame). Lucky to have someone who read to the boys. Lucky, lucky, lucky. Yup I was lucky to have found such a wonderful man.
But you see, though he really did do all those things, it all came with a price. Partly, it was showmanship, partly because I saw a lazy sod on the couch watching 24/7 golf. I mean outside of watching tennis on t.v., nothing is more boring that watching golf on t.v. ( maybe bowling is up there). Partly because every time we went somewhere as a family, he referred to it as a ‘dog and pony show’ and partly because he rarely did anything with his boys. Outside of that, there were some pretty serious issues as well. But, I was lucky according to him and well his mother, I guess.
One day I woke up. I mean really woke up and realized if I am so lucky, why am I not feeling that way. And so I began a new journey in life and that was to become a single mom.
Yet, life once again took me in another direction. Stubborn as I was to never be involved with another man, lo and behold a Knight in Shining Armour appeared. Well, he was actually a Theurgist in an online multi-media game, called Dark Age of Camelot, but he was on a horse. (That’s him on the right and me on the left). A friendship began, then a meeting, and then a new path that brought me to Winnipeg.
He is charming and witty (though I try often to remind him he is not funny). He is handsome, with stunning blue eyes and long, lean legs. He is a romantic and a care giver. He has a passion for photography, movies, books, and s*x (my dad maybe reading this). He is the father of his own two boys and stepped up to be a father to my oldest son and of course, he chose to parent Troy. He puts up with me, a red-head, who equates her life to the best damn roller-coaster ride ever ridden. He is my strength, my foundation, and my will, when I need it most. He has given me laughter and friendship. Most of all he has given me the ability to trust again. He is my life mate.
So yes world, I am lucky! For I truly have been given The Greatest Love of All! The love that is spoken of in fairy tales and Tom Hanks/Meg Ryan movies. In the songs from Baby, I Love You (Andy Kim) to Sweet Child O’Mine (Guns N Roses).
Happy Valentine’s Day Mr. McKay.
Love Mrs. Thatcher <moah>