As I stood in front of 200 family and friends back on May 23, 1998 and pledged my love to McDaddy, I knew I was hitting the proverbial jackpot.
After dating him for six years, I knew he would be a wonderful husband. I figured he would for-sure be an awesome daddy.
People, he has talked me off many-a-ledge.
He is the voice of reason when my the voices in my head try to make me
He is the place I run to when I need a soft place to land.
His shoulders have carried our family’s burdens beautifully.
His eyes are the ones I look into when I am scared or unsure.
His hand is the one I reach for when my steps are unsteady.
His name is the one I call when there is a hamster on the loose.
Yes, I said hamster.
On. the. loose.
Imagine if you will, hearing a loud crash at 2:45 AM. As in – IN THE MORNING.
As I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter, (like Jackie Joyner-Kersee, I might add!) my heart was racing thinking one of the kids had fallen out of bed. As I looked down the hallway, I saw it.
The top piece of the hamster cage (the wheel) was upside down on the floor in front of the hamster cage, and Apollo was in it. I grabbed the wheel up to cover the hole and discovered the other hamster, Duke on the floor. I screamed McDaddy’s name and he came running.
Duke darted behind one of the Longaberger baskets on the floor under the wooden bench his cage is on. I yanked that basket out and Duke scurried down the hallway. McDaddy lunged toward that little booger and snatched him up.
My heart stopped pounding as I opened the cage so Duke could be deposited back in the cage. McDaddy secured the wheel back onto the cage, we washed our hands and returned to bed.
The next morning, I posed a question to McDaddy. “Wonder where he would have gone if you wouldn’t have been able to catch him?”
His response, “Anywhere he wanted.”
He added, “I am the only one in this house who will touch them, and I’m the only one in the house who didn’t want them.”
And he’s right.
Still, he knew that capturing that hamster – in the long run – would be a much easier task than trying to talk me down from the irrational ledge I would be on if there was a hamster loose in our house. Not to mention the hit our bank account would take from all the mouse traps I’d be buying.
When we returned to bed, it took awhile for me to get to sleep. My hand brushed to his side of the bed, found his hand, and I whispered to myself, “I’m glad you’re mine!”
Truer words have never been spoken.