Anniversary Dinner for Two

Thought I would write a couple of cute stories about Randy as the Creme Brulee for two is baking in the oven.
Today we have been married 15 years.
Since that day, there have been numerous memories, some so precious to write about, some a little humorous. There was the “memory” of driving down the Dallas Tollway that comes to mind. Randy was going to meet me at the car dealership, where I would be leaving my car for some work to be done to the air conditioner. As we were walking out of the house, he told me to go ahead, because the phone rang and he would follow after me in a few minutes. Yes, it was one of our kids, probably needing money, but I went on and was headed there thinking that since i would get there first, how was I going to explain what the air conditioner was doing, because men just have a better way of doing things like that. All of a sudden, going 60 miles an hour, the locks on my car began to go up and down, up and down and everytime I would look at them, they would quit. I continued to drive, now wondering how in the world I would explain this to the repair dept, when, there they went again, up and down, lock and unlock, over and over. Well, my head is going back and forth from the driver side to the passenger side, starrng back and forth, trying to decide how in the world I would explain this. I exit the Tollway, stop at the light and there, right behind me is Randall in his car, holding up the extra set of keys. He had been behind me, hiding behind a car, locking and unlocking my car with his set of keys. He was just cracking up laughing at me. He said that my head just kept going back and forth, watching in amazement at the door locks and he could just imagine what was going on in my mind. Let’s just say that the rest of the day, well, I did sign us up for a “what’s wrong with your marriage” seminar.
Then there was the time that he asked me to ride with him to get donuts for his office for the next morning. I already had slipped my jammies and robe on and taken my makeup off for the night. It was around 10 p.m., but since Krispy Kreme was open 24/7 I told him ok I would go with him, but I would just stay in the car. When we arrived, there was only 1 other car there and he parked right at the front door. After a few minutes I saw the salesgirl look out my direction and wondered why in the world would she be looking out at me. I saw her hand Randy a cup of coffee and a donut while she packed up the 15 dozen he was buying for his office. In a few minutes, here he comes, all smiles, loading all the donuts in the trunk. He gets in the car and proceeds to tell me that he got a free cup of coffee, thanks to me. When I asked him how in the world did I get him a free cup of coffee he tells me that, well, let him tell you what he told her.
“The young lady asked me what in the world was I going to do with 15 dz donuts and instead of telling her the boring story of buying them for the office, I decided to tell her that the donuts were for you…but that you were so big that it was hard for you to get out of the car, so I would just come and buy them and then you had your donuts for the rest of the week. I think she felt sorry for me so she gave me a free cup of coffee.” So that was why she kept starring out at the car. Then there was the time that he waited to long to buy tickets for the car races, and when the lady at the other end of the phone said that all they had left were seats at the very top, he asked if there was any possible way that we could have seats lower, as his wife was so big that I couldn’t climb to the top and if it were possible, “could we be on the end, because people, sitting behind us would get mad because it was hard to see around his wife,” we get to the races and there were our seats, 3rd row, end seats. Now i’m sure that if the opportunity arose today, surely Randy’s “spiritual side” wouldn’t let him do that anymore. I prefer to think that he would
only use my age, as a means to get us better seats, not my weight…But I’m just not sure…..will let you know tonight to see what kind of present he brings home to make up for all the “cute little memories” that have given us many hours of laughs and stories to tell our kids….
Seriously, thank you Randy for the most wonderful years and am glad this is my blog so I can write anything I want and not about the little “memories” I have given you. You are the love of my life.