Tell me again how you became my Mom, please?
Abby Lab asked me to tell her the story again of how we adopted her from animal rescue. After Barkley went to the Bridge we made the decision to adopt an older hard to place rescue, which I wrote about in "Saving Grace" and she just caught my eye, with her shy demeanor and soft coat, even though she was so very thin with heartworm and several months at a really awful shelter that was closed down. Her foster Mom had driven 12 hours round trip to snag her before she was put down, and having already been approved to adopt through her Foster Mom's Lab Rescue, she just seemed destined for my home. One reason I selected her over some other senior dogs as she was smaller in size than a purebred lab (easier to walk with my bad knee) and she was very relaxed on car rides, important when for the first year and a half with me she drove back and forth between Indianapolis where I worked and had a small apartment after my house sold and Chicago where my new husband and I lived.
I've been up in Chicago full time since fall, but tonight, in rain which caused some delays, I thought back to one of those last drives.
Abby - quit biting Mr. Lion in the butt and get ready to load up in the truck.
Sometime in 2015
It was going to be a long drive home with traffic after a long duty shift. Adding to the fun would be an assortment of truckers who truly believed that because their truck could go point five mph's more than the other semi truck in the right lane truck they should take over the only passing lane and stay there for 15 minutes, while cars back up behind them 10 miles. Usually when I finally get past one of them, I'll speed by like a lizard on a tile floor, full throttle and giving him that friendly Hoosier wave (involves a distal phalanx). Since our kitchen floor is not quite done, and I'm very tired, My husband suggested I just get a good nights sleep while he lays the rest of the tile, and I'll go up in the morning. Sounds like a plan and I have Heidi Pops popcorn (pretzel jalapeno this time)
I can't say I love the commute, but I love my husband and our home, and it just happens to be several hours from where I work. But sometime it's a pleasant enough drive, listening to music and the news. After all the news of Washington and terrorists and such lately, I'd almost love to go back to the good old news days when the headlines were simply some New York mayor candidate that can't keep from sending nudie photos of himself to strange women. All I could think of was, as tired as I was - "what if politicians were named like the seven dwarfs". You'd have (in New York anyway) Hippy, Horny, Sleezy, Gropey, Greedy, Humpy (only six dwarfs, Doc was replaced by Obamacare).
But you know, for every story I read like that, for every relationship that's imploded in the news, I still know dozens and dozens of people, many like family to me, some actual family, that have someone in their life that is their one and only. Many of us also have had the blessing of parents that weren't just partners in the marriage, but were best friends as well.
Every family has their stories of when "Mom and Dad" met. My parents - sixth grade. Dad mercilessly teased the new girl in school all day. On the way home she wound up and beaned him from a good distance with a milk bottle. I'm surprised it didn't hurt him, but he was certainly impressed by both her throw and her aim. They were pretty much inseparable after that, only being apart during WWII.
Since I work with all guys (my secretary is male and ex Army) no one really talks about "relationships" though (unless it involves a relationship with a buffalo chicken wing), but once in a while someone let's something slip. When leaving for a business lunch with someone that's also a close friend, he noticed the large tire iron wedged where I could easily grab it from the front seat of my truck (the "drive through Gary road service tool").
He just smiled. He then told me the story of when he decided he was going to marry his wife of some thirty years. She was a research scientist and I'd met her several times when we'd all get together for a meal and really liked her, but I had no idea how they had met.
Ahh, I thought to myself, a woman who can handle a vehicle. Then he continued.
"What I was so surprised with, was how calmly and skillfully she just take of the problem, without asking for help. She just calmly and expertly, got her car free".
So I said "that's when you decided she was the one for you?"
"No". . he said. "It was when she had backed out. She got out of the car, all composed in her pretty little dress, took out the tire iron and busted out his headlights."
Almost all of us have been there, and it usually leaves you wanting nothing more from the world than air to push on through and exhale. Then you meet someone, Sometimes you come together like two ships, becalmed, floating next to each other until you finally, and softly, touch, and you are captured by that which is the essence of dreams. Sometimes you meet in heat and flame, built up over years of carefully tended embers that survived some rough miles, just needing the right touch and a breath to give spark to it.
So - for my four legged friends - tell us a story about how you became part of your forever family or how YOUR two legged family came to be together.