March 28, 2010 Uncategorized
Thirteen years ago my Mom calls me and tells me she’s met this great guy. His name is David and he is a carpenter. My mom had never been much of a dater since she and my dad divorced. Well, she didn’t date at all. I guess you could say she’d sworn off men, so to speak. So I was a bit surprised to hear of her news on her phone call. She wanted me to come meet him. So I did. David was nothing what I had expected. He was a very formidable looking man, standing 6’4 with the longest gray beard I had ever seen in person and a voice so deep it had to register on the richter scale. In contrast, my mom stands barely five feet and has the most docile look you’ll ever see in a human being. I was surprised to say the least… but happy that she was happy. He is the epitome of the grandpa your kids are frightened of, yet I can’t think of a grandkid that ran crying from him. With all of his burly gray hair, rumbling voice and giantesque height, my kids—and my sisters kids— love him to death. My mother and David are a great fit to one another and I wish them both continued happiness. I love you guys.