Sunday, July 18, 2010

Goin' to Santa Fe...

Well, we're going to drive to Santa Fe next weekend, drop the kidlets off with our niece and her husband (who are driving up from Tucson), then driving home. Jess and Joey are taking the kidlets to Tucson for an entire week! You know what this means, don't you? We will be childless for the first time in forever. Sean and Marc were 8 and 9 when we married, and aside from the school year they returned to Evanston (right before we had Brendan), we’ve always had children around.


I am hoping we can at least have lunch and wander through downtown Santa Fe before we head back. That town holds special significance for us...it was on a trip there to visit my mother over 16 years ago (before she moved to sunny Florida) that

Mr. C proposed to me.

The story of when we met and began dating is a long one, so I’ll just talk about when we became engaged. I was working at the community college in Evanston, and Mr. C was working as a project engineer for the highway department. Spring Break was upon us so my work schedule was light that week (and the boys were with their father) so I decided maybe I’d go visit my mom and step-dad. My friend Sandy told Mr. C he should go with me and he said he would (she was good at being direct like that).

We were supposed to leave on Friday morning, early. Unfortunately, Mr. C had to go in to the office for an hour or so…and ended up spending about 4 or 5 hours there instead. By the time we got on our way, we were several hours late. We drove across I-80 and got a flat tire just outside of Rawlins. Mr. C put on the spare (thank heavens he had come along with me because I STILL haven’t the foggiest idea how to change a flat), we found a service station, I bought a new tire, and we headed back out. We arrived in Cheyenne (where HIS parents lived) at about 9 pm. Mr. C had failed to tell his family that his “friend” was female so they were quite interested in grilling me asking me about myself. We stayed a while to chat, then headed south on I-25. It was very late, we were very tired, and we were behind schedule. But, we enjoyed the journey and spent the time talked about life, hopes and dreams, goals, plans, and everything else under the sun. If you ever want to REALLY get to know someone, just plan a road trip. We arrived at my mother’s house at about 5 a.m., utterly exhausted.

I knew if I slept in my mom’s room, I wouldn’t get much sleep because she’d be asking questions so I opted to sleep in the guest room with Mr. C. Now, mind you, we were just sleeping – our relationship was not yet a physical one. After a few hours of sleep, we got up, had breakfast, and went sight-seeing around town. Mr. C is a huge Mexican food freak fan and he was looking forward to trying some of the local flavors. My mother didn’t know this and was so excited to take us to her favorite dinner spot. We pulled into the parking lot that night . . . at a Japanese restaurant.

We left to come home the next morning and Mr. C and I, once again, talked all the way back. He proposed to me during the trip home. I am convinced he was delirious from fatigue, but was too nice of a guy to take it back after he’d rested up. LOL. He promises that wasn’t the case.

I was afraid. I had a strong distrust of all men. My first husband had been less than kind and loving (to put it mildly). But Mr. C swore to me that my heart would be safe with him…and he has kept that promise. He has nurtured me and helped me grow from a frightened, na├»ve 25 year old to the happy and content woman I am today. He has shown extreme patience during this process. For the first 2 years we were married (he claims it was 3), every time he tried to put his arm around me, I’d flinch and duck away from him. I didn’t even realize I was doing it until he asked me about it one evening. He felt truly awful about it so I worked hard to overcome that reflex. He taught me how to speak my mind and share my thoughts and opinions. He has encouraged me to grow in ways I never knew I could. I am forever in his debt. He is, by far, the greatest blessing I’ve received in life.

So, to get back to my original story…I am really hoping to at least make sure he gets some real “Santa Fe Mexican Food” before we come home next weekend (and/or the following one when we pick up the kidlets). And I am so excited to have 5 or 6 whole days with just us. He’ll be busy at work during the days, but I am hoping we have some evenings where we can go on long (quiet) walks, hang out in the back yard drinking moscato, and just focus on US.

So, Jessy & Joey… If you are reading this:

THANK YOU!!!

You are my very favorite niece and nephew-in-law! I am going to re-write my will to include you both. Seriously, thank you both for loving the kidlets enough to go to all this trouble. Thank you for all the fun things you have planned for them. Thank you for being so trustworthy that I won’t have to worry about them for even a second. We love you both very much. And when you are blessed with children of your own, I will drive down to pick them up and bring them home with me for a week, too. And, only then, will you realize what a gift you are giving to us. 

1 comment:

Suzanne said...

:-) I know I don't need to say it, but I'm SO jealous! Enjoy! What I wouldn't give to be alone with the hubs. It hasn't happened in 18 years. A blessing and not, all at once. I look forward to hearing about your alone time, but not TOO much! ;-D