long ago, rudy and i met, by a random chance encounter. i mean there i was at a tupperware party (the “in” place to be back then), when i happened to glance to my left. and who do i see?
rudy. checking me out.
(yeah. strange that a guy was there… but there’s a story behind that story as well).
being a girl with not a lot of social knowledge, i was sitting there, on a couch, not talking to anyone – well, not because i couldn’t make the effort to converse, but rather the situation was that everyone was talking to everyone else. because they all knew each other. from work, or somewhere. so, i just sat there, the girl no one knew. the girl who had tagged along with her friend. the social butterfly. the one that was somewhere, socializing.
so, of course, trying not to look awkward while rudy just continued to smile (which, honestly, was very pleasant) and stare, i’d look around the room as if i was doing exactly what an independent person would do. whatever they want. and, well, i know, even though i had slunk lower into the couch, i was pulling that off – looking cool and confident.
Fast forward to year 34 of marriage.
it’s been a roller coaster of a ride: ups, downs, and all-arounds.
not wanting to keep our hands off each other.
raising three kids and feeling tired, but wanting to instill good values, “to bring them up right”, no matter what.
then, somewhere in between:
beginning careers that would add to the balancing act of a married relationship.
and wrapped around:
being overwhelmed with how to “handle it all”, while trying to forge a comfortable life. (even when rudy had to live and work outside of california. having had spent a year in honduras, 3 years in arkansas. leaving me to “hold down the fort”.)
unfortunately, leading to both of us:
forgetting the importance of not wanting to keep our hands off each other.
the other day i began to send rudy morning – memory – texts. simple, quick reminders of us.
how we met.
walks we’d taken.
saying ‘i love you’ for the first time.
babies that were born.
and so much more.
ours is a relationship that constantly revolves around evolving.