A little something I posted on a forum

On a forum I frequent, they were asking people to post love stories (not dirty ones! Get your mind out of the gutter!) So I thought and thought and thought and wondered who I could write about. Ok, not really... there was no one else to write about in my mind. Since Trina had written about me a couple of times lately, I guess it's my turn to return the favor. This is what I posted:

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I was an entertainer at a local amusement part when my wife and I were dating. Part of my act was to come out in the middle of the show and deliver mail to the host of the show, usually being something silly like a letter that said 'duck' where I would try to squirt him with water but get the audience instead or some free popcorn for certain audience members. Well, one November afternoon (November 22, 1998), I went out three times. The first two were the situations above. The third time, I came out with a giant envelope (must have been 1 meter x .5 meters for all you non-Americans out there) that had my girlfriend's name as the addressee. As I delivered the envelope to her, she opened it and the front read, "I was wondering..." Inside read, "What are you doing for the next 75 years?" At that moment, I got down on one knee, pulled out the engagement ring, and proposed to her in the middle of the show (it was actually the closing) in front of everyone there to see the show. She was so excited/dumbfounded that she couldn't speak... in fact, I had to prod her to answer. She then quickly nodded her head and we were engaged It was a very happy day.

We were engaged for a year and a half. The day of our wedding came and we were at the large church that we both grew up at to get married. Me, always thinking of greeting people, was out before the wedding greeting people, saying hi, thanking people for coming until they almost had to literally drag me out of there so I could make my traditional entrance. Finally 2 pm arrived and I entered behind the pastor and in front of my best man, climbed the stairs to get on stage and waited. The moms were seated, then the bridesmaids entered. Then, suddenly, filling the entrance way some 100 yards away (it was a big church), was my fiance in her white dress. I couldn't help but tear up as I saw her walking towards me to be my wife. She was crying, I noticed, as she got closer but this was the most beautiful she had ever been. We said our vows, exchanged our rings, I told her a joke during the musical interlude after lighting the unity candle, and we kissed. She was now my wife. This was a very good day.

There is nothing like when your first child is born. It is all a blur to me now but after hours of labor, my son was born and my wife, sweating, hair matted on her face, having endured hours of pain and struggle, never looked as beautiful as that moment. That was a very happy day.

Then my daughter was born. It was much like the ordeal with my son but we knew more what to expect this time. The labor was not as long but the pain, sweat, and beauty were still there. That was a very, very good day.

Then, we got crazy and decided to have twins (how do you make that decision? Don't ask me.) 9 months of the craziest pregnancy ever, of being sick, looking like she was hiding a beach ball instead of being pregnant, of some of the silliest questions, and the day arrived. Having been pros at this, this interesting angle of having 2 babies at the same time was enough to keep us interested The time for the births came and the escorted us to a huge birthing room where 20-30 nurses and doctors came to watch the birth of natural twins with no medication. I guess that was a rarity. Pretty quickly, the first girl was born. My wife asked, 'how long does it take for the second to come usually?' Jokingly, I said, '4 hours.' I've never seen dirtier looks from my wife or the midwives in my life. 4 minutes later, my second daughter was born. They were beautiful -- tiny compared to the monster my son was at birth-- but perfect. My wife, frazzled, dazed, relieved, and tired, was more beautiful today than I could remember her. It was a great day.

This morning, I woke up to my seven year old coming in and asking for waffles, our normal routine lately. Slowly I got up, looked to my right, and sleeping next to me was my wife, more beautiful today than I ever remember her. Today will be a fantastic day because I have the love of my life.
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