Well, today marked the first time in 33 years, that I didn't spend it with Todd. 33 years ago today, he asked me to marry him, well, actually he asked "If I wanted to marry this ole cowboy," and I told him I'd pray about it. I did pray, and I did say yes. That started the next 32 1/2 years of always being with my best friend. Today, I was sourounded by family and some friends for a wonderful picnic day of visiting and eating way too much good food. But all day, I haven't forgotten that hot 4th of July 33 years ago, when he asked me to marry him. Todd always said, I was one of his best choices he made in life. I tend to agree with him. He made a good choice in me, and I made a good choice in saying yes to him. No our lives weren't perfect, nor without struggle, but they were good. As my cousin Sheila said to me today, in reply that I told her Todd proposed to me 33 years ago today, she said, "And they were good years." Yes, they were Sheila, even all the struggles, cause amidst the struggles of life, there is the laughter. Todd always laughed at my sillyness, and said I was one of the funniest persons he knew, he of course sometimes laughed at me, when I wasn't being funny too. I was being dead serious, and he'd laugh. He'd laugh till I'd laugh with him. He also said I was his favorite singer, he loved to sit and listen to me sing. I loved to sing to him and also with him. He had such a good voice.
But now he's not here to laugh with me or at me when I'm being goofy. I feel the void today more than I have in a long time, maybe it's just cause it's one of those landmark days. The first time without him... kind of days.
I wish I could see him up in heaven, to see him truly set free, but my eyes can't see into that rhelm, but my heart knows he's having a good time. So I take that in faith, that he's so glad where he's at, and he's still laughing away.
I miss you Todd, my ole cowboy. I'm glad you asked me, and I'm so glad I said yes.
Todd and I thirty three years ago.