We had a really fun surprise birthday party for Rick. He was surprised 100%. Isn't that great? Like I told the friends that gathered, Rick's birthday was an excuse for us to say thank you to all of them as they had influenced and blessed our lives. The best part of the little program (aside from Ricks surprise) was a slide show Carson and I put together. I gathered pictures, you know digging thru boxes and scrapbooks in the basement - what a mess! Carson put them together with music and made them look good. Here are a few to share....
Being married to Rick is a blessing. As I tried to 'capture' the feelings I have about what he is like several ideas come to mind...here are a few. 1) Rick is the same. I never wonder 'who' will be coming home at the end of the day because it will be Rick..the same...same attitude...temperment...disposition. He won't be mad, or angry, or upset, or giddy, or hanging from the chandeliers...he will be Rick...steady consistant...the same. That is such a blessing in my life. He is serene and content! 2) Rick is content. He is happy with life. He enjoys the here and now...and isn't waiting to live his life. He lives and enjoys each day - moment - experience. 3) Rick is optomist...he always sees the good - positive - hopeful side of things. I thought about all those things and then just decided to share this simple story to explain what it is like to be married to him.
When we lived on Bridgeport, it was wintertime. Cold and COLD. We had had a snow storm and then it turned bitter cold and the snow stayed and became big ice chunks. We of course, parked on the street because we had no garage, and the snow plow had been down our street. Rick had gone out and shoveled (chipped) a path for us to drive thru the snowbank and park our little blue Toyota stationwagon next to the sidewalk. One night I needed to go somewhere, as I left the house, Rick cautioned me to stay in the path as I backed out. It had warmed up that day and so it was frozen ice over snow. It was so slick I kind of slide off the path and then got scared and gunned the car and then I got more scared and revered the engine and hit the gas pedal and in no time I had high centered the car on top of that ice mound. I had a car with no tires on the ground---perched on top of that ice bank like a car in a cartoon or like a drawing in a Dr Seuss book. I timidly went in to confess my mess to Rick. He - not saying anything - bundled up and got the shovel and crow bar (it really was ICE) and went out to start chipping away...laying on his stomach in the ice and blowing cold to try and lower my car so some tires were on the ground. I, the cheerleader, followed, "Rick I am so glad you will help me, thank you so much for fixing this, I could never get myself out of this mess, I am so sorry, I got scared, I didn't know what to do, I didn't do it on purpose." After half an hour or so and little progress...Rick stood up and took out his red bandana handkerchief and blew his nose...looked over and me and said, "Come here." He then put his arms around me and said, "Look at all the stars, feel this cold crisp air, there isn't anyplace I would rather be than right here with you." That pretty much sums up my life with Rick. I am one blessed woman.
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