This post is dedicated to the One I Love, David Ray Yarbrough, dearest man. I have loved this man for 36 years, we have been married for 34... time flys when you are married to the one you love.
You see this picture of him, here,
this is how I always think of him, you can't see his face, because he is busy doing what he likes to do. He is always doing something for someone else... carrying someone else. It is only one of the things I love about him.
We met years ago, but I remember it like it was yesterday, he was young, and I was even younger, my Mother wanted me to come over to the drugstore and talk to her a minute. I had been out in the yard helping my dad, I didn't want to get cleaned up, I wanted to get back to what I was helping my dad with...she had told me to clean up. I should have listened to my Mother! I went over in cut off jean shorts and a halter top I had made in Homemaking class!! LOL
There was this Man standing behind the counter( I say Man because he was, he was never a boy to me though I called him that :) anyway there was this man standing behind the Pharmacy counter busy filling prescriptions, working away. My Mother said "David come over here I want you to meet my daughter Jeanie" O MY GOSH I THOUGHT I WOULD DIE!!! Just let the floor open up and swallow me!!! I was hot,tired and sweaty and the clothes I had on, O the clothes I had on, or didn't' have as my Mother said. I was just barely 17 and tall and thin and had no makeup on, really, I mean I was helping my Dad in the yard!!! David was very nice and smiled and came around and said Hi and asked me about myself. I don't remember talking to him or what I said, I was too busy thinking how to get out of there without making a total complete idiot of myself and plotting about how to get back at my mother!!! LOL
He tells me now, now that, that day is well behind us that he remembers thinking I was the hottest thing! LOL, O how memories can be kinder than we deserve!
We went out and then we started to date, he didn't realize how old I was, I didn't think it mattered. Turns out it didn't really. He was one of the sweetest men I knew, he wasn't pushy, or loud or obnoxious the way some younger guys can seem sometimes. We dated for two years before we got married, and we have gone through some rough times together, but nothing that we wanted to give up on or call it quits. I am sure sometimes he felt like he was raising me, at times I was sure he was. But we got through it by the Grace of God.
I listen to the song sung by Alan Jackson "Remember When" and think that is us. We have lasted and plan to last a longer time still. We still hold hands, and still love to do things together. He still makes me laugh,and still makes me cry. I love to watch him when he doesn't know it, and sometimes when he is asleep. I never think "where has the time gone" I know exactly where it has gone, and it is locked away in my heart. I look into his eyes and see myself reflected back at me, but the reflection in his eyes is so much better than what I am ,I thank God for that.
This is dedicated to the One I Love, David Ray Yarbrough, dearest man.
