Having had DH home for the last 5 Sundays has been wonderful. I introduced him to where we sit in church now and we have got to see the kids a bit more, I am grateful for each one. Yesterday he told me this week he would be working but that is ok. Soon, he will be back.
It will be 38 years in November that he had the good fortune to catch me. He was not the man of my dreams - hold on, let me explain. I told him about the man of my dreams and if I was ever missing, where to look. 38 years ago, it was the Hostess cupcake man. Your worries about my wandering will be few unless there is a Wonder bread truck in view.
I never had a face but I had an occupation. Never cared about height, or muscles or most every physical quality, the man of my dreams would keep me in cupcakes. Don't' laugh, I was serious. He would bring home the sweets that the stores rejected and we would live, happily ever after. What a immature dream! Later after we had been married for a while, I left the Hostess man behind and found a real man - the man who drove the red truck who would keep me swimming in Diet Coke. I informed DH of the change, just so he would know.
Another phase that I eventually grew out of. What was I thinking! How childish to pick a man based on what he hauls around and lugs around, day after day. Seems so silly now.
last night, we watch the Eagles 1st reunion tour. Almost 4 hours of fabulous music that I knew most of the words to. Sometimes it just doesn't get any better. Sometimes during the concert, I realized that my dream man had changed yet again and this time, it was a grown up choice. My dream man now plays the guitar. Not just any guitar but old rock and roll. Eric Clapton, Joe Walsh, the Edge or Keith Richards. Those bad boys are music to my ears and on the fast track to my heart. Finally, a Big Girl dream - wow.
The Discovery channel had a program a few weeks ago on how men and women are attracted to each other. Very interesting and it explains how DH found me out of all the others he could have chosen. Some of it had to do with smell which was never in any of the man of my dreams scenarios. I was never close enough to any of them to get a whiff. Maybe it would have worked, maybe not. What I do know it that the man I got became the man of my dreams and 38 years later, he still thanks his lucky starts everyday for me...now I hope Eric doesn't come around and smell good...
