Today is my hubby’s birthday. Now, for another six months we are the same age. Yes, it is true I married a younger man. Not only that- I corrupted him when he (and I) was much much younger. He was only 17 and I was 18!!! I KNOW jail bait! Shame on me. But I couldn’t help myself, he was sooooo cute. The only boy in his junior class with a HAIRY CHEST! Yep I said HAIRY CHEST. He wore these tight blue jeans, tight western shirts unbuttoned to expose that HAIRY CHEST-cowboy boots. Man he was C.U.T.E.
Poor guy I practically had to run him over to get him to talk to me. I would tie my horse to the fence (alllll day), and wait. He had this loud truck that I could hear when he hit the road at the top of our hill. I ran as fast as I could hopped on the horse, high tailed it down the lane to the road, stopped the poor horse so fast he thought he’d hit a wall, then sauntered out onto the road as if I was just out for a lazy ride.
His best friend lived across the road. He and I had talked…he knew what I was up to.
That truck would be crammed packed with sweaty boys, fishing poles, smelly bait, and empty pop cans pinging off the truck bed every time he gunned his engine.
EVERY single boy in that truck would lean out and talk to me. EVERY single boy but ONE! Yep you guessed it, hubby dear.
This went on for weeks, tie the horse up, listen for those pipes, sprint, hop, lope, screech to a stop, calmly walk, smile, wave, and make conversation…with everyone but HIM!
Finally I gave up. My horse was so thankful.
School started and I went to our first FFA meeting of the year. Guess who was there? Yep cute hairy- chest- truck- boy. THIS time HE spoke to ME!
I of course ignored him.
He followed me the entire night.
Then he called me. And called me… and called me. I asked him why he wouldn’t talk to me in the summer. He said he thought I was too OLD!
He asked me out. To a wedding. We kissed. We dated. I bought a new horse. He had the SAME name!
30 some years later, same hairy chest (but with more gray than dark), no horses, two kids and 30 some birthdays together, we are the same age again… for the next six months.