The biggest celebration in my life is for my husband, Jim. I usually call him Fabgrandpa here, but to honor him today I have used his real name. He is a real man, one I can depend on and trust every day of my life since I met him. Before we met, I had been married twice, and divorced twice. Although I was leary of men since the last divorce, I was lonely and wanted someone to go out to dinner with. We have been going out to dinner together now for more than 21 years.
This man does everything for me. He takes car of the yard and the car, and since my surgery in May of last year, he has taken care of ME and done all the housework, laundry, and other household chores. When I say everything, I mean EVERYTHING. He changes my ostomy bag. That is the most intimate thing you could ask anyone to do, and he has never complained or indicated that he would rather not do it.
When I say we have been together for 21 years, I really mean together. Before we sold the house and lived in a 32 foot travel trailer for thirteen years, we worked together at several different jobs for several years. I was the secretary at a construction company where he worked. We drove a pick up truck as independent contractors for hot shot deliveries. It was simple for us to switch to working together in campgrounds around the country.
Besides working at the same places, we have so many interests in common. How many people find someone who loves doing the same things they do? We both love to go fishing, to travel, to go out to dinner. We enjoy the same type of music, and like the same type of art.
He is constantly asking me if I need anything, or if he can get me anything. He tells me every day that he loves me, and it is not just words to him. He means it. He tells me I’m pretty when I know for sure I am not. He helps me fix my hair when it won’t lay down no matter what I do to it. And he makes me laugh at least once a day. I hope we get to have at least 21 more years together. Thank you, Jim for all you do for me. What would I do without you?