I went to a friend’s child’s baptism yesterday.
It was in the church where they got married. I had been her Maid of Honor and John had been one of his groomsmen. I didn’t expect to get emotionally hit, but I did. The only time I had been in the church was when they got married. I kept thinking back to that day. How John looked at me. He liked the way, I cleaned up 🙂 We had so much fun at their reception. It was just such a magical night. Their wedding was in December and we’d only met each other at the end of August, so the relationship was new. If you asked me the moment that John really fell in love with me… I’d have to say it was then.
After the reception was over, I’d went back to his house, he’d helped me pull the “twigs” out of my hair. There was so much hair spray in my hair. I’m pretty much the ultimate in low maintenance… I can take a shower in less than ten minutes… brush out my hair and let it air dry. In fact I barely even get my hair cut more than once or twice a year. That’s just the way I am… no glamor gal here! John hadn’t really seen me all ‘fancied’ up before.
I was going to be so late going home, I lived with my parents back then, that I didn’t want to wake them up to help me with my dress. I couldn’t get it unzipped. John unzipped it down to where I can reach it. That was it. A few kisses of course, but nothing more.
Yeah… we took our relationship very slow. It made everything all the more special. There aren’t very men like that. But John wasn’t just any man. sigh. We’d kid around because his mother used to say, “I didn’t raise you like that!” when John would say or do something she didn’t think was appropriate. In reality, his mom couldn’t have done a better job raising him.
Being in that church brought back all of those memories. Little Nathaniel was such a star. He couldn’t have been better behaved! He sat there happily eating his ‘puffs’ and drinking his milk. I just wished so much that John could have been there for our friend’s special moment and to see how well Nathaniel was behaving.
In addition to the baptism, our friend’s parents also renewed vowels in honor of their 40th wedding anniversary. I didn’t think it would affect me, but I spent the whole time trying not to openly sob. I hadn’t anticipated my emotions and didn’t have kleenex on me. Bad mistake. Baby wipes just don’t work well for wiping tears and blowing noses. I just kept wishing that John and I could have had 40 years of happily wedded bliss and not a little less than 4.
After the reception, I stopped at the cemetery. I stood there, said my words to John, and cried. I just missed him so much. Life just isn’t fair sometimes. There are so few good men, I find a great one, fall in love, date a long time, get married, have a great marriage, we have a son, he’s an awesome parent– our love got even stronger with parenthood– we were so happy– one happy little family… and then I loose him.
At least, I have Nathaniel. He has his daddy’s eyes. He’s a thinker like his father and he definitely can sleep like his daddy. Yesterday, he took all of the papers off of the table. I thought boy what a mess I have now. Later, I glance over and he put them all back up on the table. I’ve been told that when John was a kid he’d put his toys back in their boxes when he was done with them. I think as time goes on, I’ll find even more resemblances and likenesses… I hope so! Phenotype= genotype + environment. Some things are just in the genes. Poor kid will be a mess if he turns out like his mother!