Forged in Adversity
I met him at Back-to-School night. In spite of there being only one child left in his match-the-parent-to-the-student ice breaker, he pretended to not know which child was mine. He had a beautiful smile. I added it to my “collection”.
My child, an innocent courier, brought home periodic announcements of his prophetic love. “Tell your mother that I love her,” he’d say. So as not appear unkind, simply put I’d respond, “Tell him that I love him, too.” Within the next two years the courier graduated and the “I love yous” stopped.
I thought nothing of it. I was too busy weathering the unexpected storm of a separation and eventual divorce.
Two years later, Hurricane Andrew blew us back together. Disoriented by the lack of landmarks, I found my house finally, and moments later, him.
My mother died late that same year. He met me at the airport with a large, stuffed animal.
When my grandmother died, he chauffeured me on a thousand mile trek to empty her apartment during a snow storm with record-breaking temperatures. While doing this, his van was vandalized two nights in a row.
Later, when a wheelchair was not available, he gave my brother a piggyback ride into his oncologist’s office. My brother died four years after my grandmother.
I was just coming into my own as a single woman when he asked me to marry him. I told him if I were to ever marry again, I would marry him. We started pre-marital counseling at our church two years later. My open-ended response to setting a date was met by the pastor’s retort “Put this man out of his misery or leave him alone.”
So, I welcomed the early years of the new century by marrying him. After all he’s been through with me, I wouldn’t say that our love has overcome adversity, but rather that it was forged in and strengthened by it.