Anniversaries are strange things. I don't go in much for observing or celebrating them, but today I'm sort of backed into a corner on that one.
25 years ago today my Dad died. I remember the old man fondly, his love of baseball, big bands and us. But my memories of him have grown weak with time. I guess that's to be expected. I've done a lot of living in the last 25 years.
I think my fondest memory of my Dad is that when Glenn Miller's version of The Anvil Chorus would come on the radio he would run around and turn up the volume on all the radios in our apartment. Loud. Loud and Joyous.
In a pure coincidence, 10 years ago today, I threw my lot in with the Robeau. I didn't know then that we'd stick together this long. That our future would hold so much happiness and a wonderful little girl. What I did know is that he made me laugh and he liked me. And really, isn't that what it's all about?
The other day the Robeau and I were watching Step Brothers on TV. There's a scene when Will Ferrell and John C Reilly's characters come to realize how much they have in common:
Dale Doback: On the count of three, name your favorite dinosaur. Don't even think about it. Just name it. Ready? One, two, three.
Dale Doback, Brennan Huff: Velociraptor.
Brennan Huff: Favorite non-pornographic magazine to masturbate to.
Dale Doback, Brennan Huff: Good Housekeeping.
Brennan Huff: If you were a chick, who's the one guy you'd sleep with?
Dale Doback, Brennan Huff: John Stamos.
Dale Doback: [stomps foot] What?
Brennan Huff: Did we just become best friends?
Dale Doback: Yep!
[they high five each other]
Brennan Huff: Do you wanna do karate in the garage?
Dale Doback: Yep!
I looked at him and said, "that's kind of what our courtship was like." It really was. Except we were talking about jazz music and The West Wing instead of dinosaurs and John Stamos.
I'm a lucky girl to have had such wonderful, loving men in my life.