Jennifer McKenzie

Romance--Boy meets girl. Romantic Suspense--Boy meets girl with dead bodies.
Sunday, June 17, 2007

Happy Father's Day

NOTE: (Added June 18th) I'll be out of town Monday and Tuesday, but home in time for Whiskey Wednesday.

Most of you know a little about the redneck I'm married to. Some of you even know more than you EVER wanted to know.
Today is Father's Day and tomorrow is the redneck's birthday. So today's post is about how he ended up becoming a father.

No, not THAT. Jeez. This is public domain!!!

Both of us had been married before. In those marriages, we both wanted children but were married to partners who didn't want them. For me, it was a torture I don't recommend. It makes hanging out with pregnant women or holding little babies painful. Not to mention working in the maternity section of the hospital. Those nights were the worst.

After seven years, my first husband and I ended a marriage that was over long before we filed for divorce. It was amicable but I was terrified. I was thirty, NOT skinny and back in the world of weird ass dating. But, being a serial monogamous, I found Mr. Next pretty quickly and settled in for the usual merry go round.

The redneck found me in a relationship with another man and wondered why the world was so unfair. We were friends first, discussing mundane topics and discovering similar interests and humor. I thought he was just another pal. Then, I got dumped. Not hard, mind you. Just enough to leave a bad taste in my mouth. The redneck moved in very slowly. His campaign was brilliant folks. First, he didn't pounce on his opportunity. He approached the whole thing slowly and carefully. It took only three weeks for his campaign (which involved poetry, a trip to the river and a dozen roses for my birthday) to wear down my resistance to another relationship. We were married five months later.

And one month after our wedding, I was pregnant. It was something we'd both wanted so desperately and had given up ever having. Both of us were beginning to believe our time had passed, but here we were about to have our first child.

When our first born popped into the world, it was one of the most amazing experiences that I've ever had in my life. I remember that the redneck and I were watching music videos in the hospital that day and "Beautiful Day" by U2 made us both cry.



And this song also became a theme song for that day. "With Arms Wide Open" by Creed.



It was as if the soundtrack of our lives changed drastically that day. He became a father and I became a mother. No matter what direction our lives took, that fact would never change. It's a moment of discovery, wonder and awe. And we shared it together.
Happy Father's Day to all.

posted at 6:05 AM by Jennifer ::
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