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Sooo....what should I write about? I guess my big news is that for the very first time in my life I'm engaged.
Yep. 50 years old and never been engaged, much less married. Of course that doesn't mean I've been totally womanless in that time. Shoot, much
of my life has revolved around the women in my life. Kimberly and I were together for 7 1/2 years and that was by far my longest relationship. Many
of my ladies I have truly been in love with and the parting tore me to pieces. With others it was a relief and some we just realized our lives went different
ways.
So why now? Why, after all of this time did I go out on a limb in front of Crowns and everybody and get on my knee?
Most people would say it was because I'm not as stupid as I look and had better not let her get away. And that is somewhat true. April is a pretty great
package and I'm damned lucky to be with her. Trust me, know this so people can stop telling me all the time.
Perhaps it is that whole "being 50 and my life is about over" thing.
But it is most likely the fact that it just never felt RIGHT before. My life was always in flux and, even when I was desperately in love, I knew that a marriage
just wouldn't work.
But April and I have clicked since Day 1. From our first date we have been inseperable and in our four years together we have rarely had an argument and
never a really major one. She gets me. She defends me and I trust her. I try to make her life enjoyable and maybe even sometimes deserve the "she's a lucky
woman" moniker.
I once wrote that if I were offered the chance of eternal life and youth I don't know if I would take it if she couldn't come along as well. I would rather age and
die with her at my side than live forever without her. And that is why I knelt down to her and asked her to make an honest man of me. Of course I knelt down
to her in full armor and being watched by a couple hundred people because I like a good show, but there is no denying that I had no hesitation in asking her.
Just as I keep saying that "I want to go home" meaning someplace out of Texas where my soul is finally at rest, I know that I am home when she is near me.
My soul may want to go to the mountains or that place where my body should lie, but my heart is here and with her.
Yep. 50 years old and never been engaged, much less married. Of course that doesn't mean I've been totally womanless in that time. Shoot, much
of my life has revolved around the women in my life. Kimberly and I were together for 7 1/2 years and that was by far my longest relationship. Many
of my ladies I have truly been in love with and the parting tore me to pieces. With others it was a relief and some we just realized our lives went different
ways.
So why now? Why, after all of this time did I go out on a limb in front of Crowns and everybody and get on my knee?
Most people would say it was because I'm not as stupid as I look and had better not let her get away. And that is somewhat true. April is a pretty great
package and I'm damned lucky to be with her. Trust me, know this so people can stop telling me all the time.
Perhaps it is that whole "being 50 and my life is about over" thing.
But it is most likely the fact that it just never felt RIGHT before. My life was always in flux and, even when I was desperately in love, I knew that a marriage
just wouldn't work.
But April and I have clicked since Day 1. From our first date we have been inseperable and in our four years together we have rarely had an argument and
never a really major one. She gets me. She defends me and I trust her. I try to make her life enjoyable and maybe even sometimes deserve the "she's a lucky
woman" moniker.
I once wrote that if I were offered the chance of eternal life and youth I don't know if I would take it if she couldn't come along as well. I would rather age and
die with her at my side than live forever without her. And that is why I knelt down to her and asked her to make an honest man of me. Of course I knelt down
to her in full armor and being watched by a couple hundred people because I like a good show, but there is no denying that I had no hesitation in asking her.
Just as I keep saying that "I want to go home" meaning someplace out of Texas where my soul is finally at rest, I know that I am home when she is near me.
My soul may want to go to the mountains or that place where my body should lie, but my heart is here and with her.