Short submitted to True Writer
byline: Erin Murdock
byline: Erin Murdock
My daughter is at that stage in her
life when she's shopping for the biggest investment she will ever make -- the
man of her dreams, her true love, her husband. Hopefully, with a little luck, a
good measure of prayer, and careful research and consideration, these three
will all be one in the same. It makes the shopping easier in the long run. Up
close and personal, I'm grateful I've only done it once and I quite
frankly--through dumb luck, I fell into it!
Mind you, I didn't fall in love
with him. That kind of love is for romance novels and movies. No, I grew into
that part of the relationship and I've found myself needing to work on it quite
a few times since. Back to my daughter and her shopping. I've listened to her
relate how wonderful one is -- only for her to recant her endorsement after
considering additional intel. I must admit it usually takes her longer to
gather the necessary intel to flush the "buggers" than I would like.
This morning as I'm relaxing from
my yoga stretches she lobs this at me. "Mom, why are guys so #$%&
stupid and such jerks?"
I inhale and exhale through my
mouth. She takes it as exacerbation, which it's not. "Sweetheart, you've
grown up with Mary Poppins. Do you remember '…though we adore them
individually, we agree that as a whole their rather stupid?"
"Yeah. So where did you find
Dad?" Obviously, this is one that we adore.
"I didn't find him. He found
me." I didn't remind her that it happened to be on the baseball field. She
knows that story. I did add this though. "I believe they broke the mold
after they made him. But even if they didn't, you'd have to go back to the
fifties when he was born to find one."
"So, you got a time machine
handy?"
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