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Saturday, March 12, 2005

God Loves Me a Lot, Exhibit A:

I am home alone tonight, and my husband is out with another woman. They had dinner, and I imagine by now they are dancing. Today is our 22nd wedding anniversary, and I have never been more happy to be married to this man I've been calling Jif here. His name is John. That doesn't give away too much, does it? He can go back to Jif tomorrow.

March 12, 1983. Apparently, I had a Hassidic hairdresser, who only knew the one style...

Tonight, my husband, John, is square-dancing with our beautiful, brilliant, irreverent daughter, at the Girl Scouts' Father-Daughter dance. He and I will have, God willing, many more nights for anniversary dates. Father-daughter dances are precious and few, so I happily gave up my special date night to these two fabulous creatures whom I love more than words can say.

Like so many of the things God does, I don't know why. I don't know why He hand-picked this man to be my partner, my lover, my best friend, my hero, my baby's Daddy. But I know He did. I don't know why, but I get to walk through life beside, and wake up every morning beside, the best person I've ever met. The most honest, the most honorable, the most decent, the most reliable, the most forgiving person I know. The person most likely to know the right thing to do, and to have the courage to do it, in any situation. I don't know why God gave me this gift, but I know that's just what John is, God's gift to me. After 22 years, he still laughs at my craziness, he still makes me laugh, still alters my states, and still tells me often that he's glad he married me.

And if that's not enough, he's the best Daddy I've ever seen. I was going to take a picture of LG's little finger, to show you John's second home, where he lives, very tightly wrapped. But you get the picture. And that is as it should be. I wish every little girl could have the experience of having a strong, loving Daddy wrapped around her little finger.

...practicing their promenade...

In all these years together, we have been through some wonderful experiences. And we've been through hell. And there have been moments when we've felt like we had nothing at all we could count on, except each other and God. And in those moments, that was enough.

This is a song, written by Billy Joel. I love lots of love songs, but I always come back to this one when I think of John:

You're My Home

When you look into my eyes
And you see the crazy gypsy in my soul
It always comes as a surprise
When I feel my withered roots begin to grow

Well I never had a place that I could call my very own
That's all right, my love, 'cause you're my home

When you touch my weary head
And you tell me everything will be all right
You say, "Use my body for your bed
And my love will keep you warm throughout the night"

Well I'll never be a stranger and I'll never be alone
Wherever we're together, that's my home

Home can be the Pennsylvania Turnpike
Indiana's early morning dew
High up in the hills of California
Home is just another word for you

Well I never had a place that I could call my very own
That's all right, my love, 'cause you're my home

If I travel all my life
And I never get to stop and settle down
Long as I have you by my side
There's a roof above and good walls all around
You're my castle, you're my cabin and my instant pleasure dome
I need you in my house 'cause you're my home.
You're my home.

Happy anniversary, John. In my native language of Hillbillian, I would say, "I'm plumb crazy about you." My granny would have said to me, "You're plumb crazy even when you ain't about him!" Both are true. If I were a famous actress, or a famous anything, I would stand up on a stage at an awards show, in a pretty dress, and tell the world how wonderful you are. But this blog is about as close as I'll ever come to telling the world anything, so here I am, in jeans, at the keyboard, telling as many people as I can. I'd like to thank you for your love, and I'd like to thank God for you. (They're playing the music that means I have to shut up now...)

19 heads are better than one . . .

Anonymous kalki said...

Such a beautiful, eloquent tribute to your husband and your life together. What you share truly is a gift to be cherished. Happy Anniversary, Susie and John!

Blogger Susie said...

Thanks so much, kalki, I'm feeling a bit mushy tonight, thank you for being so kind.

Anonymous Efrain said...

I remember the day my daughter was born and her tiny little hand wrapped my pinky finger. From that moment on she pretty much had me wrapped around her little finger.


PS-Billy Joel IS amazing. :-)

Blogger Susie said...

efrain, you're so right, nothing is ever the same after that tiny person squeezes your finger:) Thanks for the hugs an' stuf!

Anonymous mrtl said...

Susie - This is so incredibly sweet. Our little one has my husband wrapped really tight, and I get so much joy from watching his heart melt for her.

Happy Happy Anniversary!

Blogger Susie said...

mrtl, I know just what you mean. That is one of the unexpected pleasures of parenthood, seeing your honey in that role:) Thanks for the kind wishes, and for stopping in!

Blogger Nilbo said...

I can never get my daughters to pull my finger any more. But ... I'm still wrapped round theirs ...

Blogger Greenthumb said...

Hey Big Sister...You got the full meal deal there. Sometimes I wish...just a little...that I was wrapped around by a little finger. Just a little.

Blogger LadyBug said...

What a beautiful post, Susie. And I know just how you feel...God blessed me with someone wonderful as well.

Happy Anniversary to you two.

God bless,

Blogger _Summer_ said...

Hi, Susie. It's Summer from over at This Is Not A Ham Sandwich.

Two points:

1. Your tribute is, indeed, a moving one. Happy (belated) anniversary!

2. I'm featuring you as my fledgling blogger o' the week.

Keep writing! I love your stuff.

Blogger Susie said...

Nilbo, You sentimental fool! (Hmm, that doesn't look right, one too many big words in there...)

greenie, I heart you. For now, you're wrapped around a paw. Don't deny it, I've seen you with that girl...

LadyBug, thank you, and I could tell from how you talk about your family that the Deputy is a keeper, too. (Not the kind of keeper talked about on dooce, but the old-fashioned kind.)

Summer, thank you, and no kidding, I am honored that you like to come here. I think you are extraordinary; when I'm at your place, I always want to say, somehow, "Hey everyone! Come and look at this! Have you seen that, have you read this?" You rock. Thank you.

Blogger Bucky Four-Eyes said...

Susie, that's so sweeeeet! Love the wedding picture. So much more dignified than my wedding pics.
It is nice to be sent a keeper, isn't it?
And for Jim, I mean it in every sense of keeper. Oh come on, you knew I couldn't be all nice and sincere through one whole comment, right? :)

Blogger Susie said...

Bucky! You are incorrigible, with your keeper. Come to think of it, there's a third meaning of keeper, which I'm sure applies to Jim, too. You know, the kind that works at the zoo:) Thank God you have a keeper; no one would be safe if you were allowed to roam free...

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Anonymous Anonymous said...

That is one of the most beautiful things I've read. Happy Anniversary to you two!


Blogger Susie said...

Aw, thanks, Lawbrat, that's very kind of you. And thanks for visiting!

Blogger Dang Cold.. said...

Happy Anniversary Susie and John!! What a lovely bride you were (and still are no doubt). John looks pretty dashing himself. Native Hillbillian? Of the Ozark or dialect? LOL!!


Blogger Susie said...

Dang cold.., you are too kind. The Hillbillian in me is from the Blue Ridge Mountains of North Carolina, mostly.

Blogger Snickrsnack Katie said...

Susie, that is the sweetest, most heartfelt tribute I have read to a husband and daughter. You have such a neat relationship with your family! I love the picture of daddy and his little girl dancing!

Also, wanted to thank you again for being so sweet! I couldn't get through the whole Dooce fiasco without ya'!


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