This Valentine of Mine
I Think Maybe Love is Not an Option, It Just Is.
Don’t know when and where it really happened. I had just flown up from Melbourne to Hanoi. A load of stuff on my mind. Prescriptions and booze only gave me relief for about 4 hours a night. There was no harm just a mania to fulfill mission after mission after mission. Only a quick four thousand mile jaunt to see my 3 children. Always time sitting on my hands waiting but never time on my hands enough to dot every i and cross every t. How much more could I understand about this director of something and chairman of something else. I got relief by walking. I am talking miles and miles and miles.
A really cool thing about Hanoi is their streets. No I do not mean Parkways and boulevards large enough to drive two tanks abreast down. Or the marching expanse between Ho Chi Minh’s Memorial to the Politburo. (although those are awesome) Nope I am talking about backstreets coming off of Turtle lake and the like. Streets are avenues of particular talents and trades. I used to laugh and call them woodworker alley and tin ware place. And then meat street and fish circle. I told my translator/guide/spy this and he laughed so hard at my expense. He said “that is exactly their names in Vietnamese.”
So at this same time I am dealing with a superintendent of our construction down in Saigon, currently known as Ho Chi Minh City. I had only exchanged email with her to date as our “in country – Vice President” was day to day. But then it got hot and the VP passed the phone to her, impeccable Australian English. She explained the base board versus base board vinyl issues. Well she was so right, Vietnamese wood work is awesome and prices are fantastic and it went with what I wanted in wainscoting.
I left Red River Valley and headed south to Da Nang. Brief five meetings and then down south to see my beloved Cu Chi then back to HCM city. My CEO flew in and we settled things up on our construction. The final cash was paid to this 4’8” fireplug of a gal. As it were the boss had plans so the celebratory dinner was left to me. Well it was just me and her. I chose Vietnamese Pizza on a river boat. I just love the Saigon River. Maybe the Mekong more.
I Could Only Dance Under the Moon
She Is My Everlasting Rose
I figure that on that night I fell in love but she did not. I do not know. I do not care. I told her the next day as we went sightseeing in the lovely parks that she needed to resign herself. Quite the quizzical look as she asked me why she had to quit her job. I studied a Boojum tree for a moment and told her that my love for her would outlast the tree. More strange looks. So I told her that the resignation I spoke of was that in a short while she would be my wife, and that the sooner she surrendered to that thought the easier it would be.
So how do you go from that to living in San Diego County California? Even more ridiculous is a sprawling ranch styled home with a two car garage and two cars to put in it? You go over 15 years married a wonderful, not too young son. And there is only a knock down drag out fight about every two months. Now do not get me wrong here. For a Vietnamese woman to only cause a violent storm about 6 times a year is like a miracle.
So what is it that I love about this gal? I do not have clue. We are as different as a raging river and a tranquil lake. And thissy here river does not feed the lake. We have more issues than Methuselah has snakes. Oh my, a hug from her actually hurts it is so loving. She is so practical and accomplished and I just live with my head about a mile higher than the clouds.
I am not hers and she is not my best friend. Laying in the dirt, 8 miles from the closest road is my haven. Department stores are hers. She goes to church every Sunday. I sit in my jammies and write a sermon every week. My favorite is to go hiking and fishing with my boy and talking about a Holy Spirit. Her favorite is doing homework with the boy and having him excel in school. I like to speak Latin and Spanish and she likes to speak Vietnamese. She likes new plastic and I like old wooden antiques. I just planted a new rose bush and she would just assume pave my rose garden over. Why would she buy a new handbag when her 4 year old one looks great? Why do I have a ten year old phone and a 15 year old car? Why do I know how to track animals but she can track a customer from a mile away?
There is absolutely nothing we have in common save our son. Excuse me, I do love her soups and rice. She is iffy on my pancakes, eggs and bacon. But that works out, she eats them up. And she is the number six child and so am I.
Wait just a moment here. I need to rethink some stuff.
Maybe We Should Lighten Up
Let Us Walk Down The Road of Love
I Am The Only Person Who Ever Broke My Heart
We love to laugh. We really like to laugh at me. I am serious here, I love to play the clown. We spend hours playing with our boy. Funny that we call him “ours” for he is God’s and his own, not ours to own. What could be better than to wake up to a sixty degree home and do a group hug? We really do not like socializing much. Well except for her churchy stuff.
So I simply sit here writing like I do and try to figure out this thing best described as amore’. Just hit me with a brick up side me head. And it still will not tell me why I am so in love with my wife. Notice I said “my” wife again. She is not mine. She is a wonderful, hers and God’s.
I figure I have spent fifty years trying to decipher love. I you get it then leave me a comment. I just go to bed at night loving her. And then before light I wake loving her more. She does not deserve me. Meaning she should not suffer my outlandish me. She deserve a real knight in shining armor who will swoop her up and make her the princess that she is.
Maybe God puts women like my one and only in our lives to make us humble. The stars above entertain but the star in my life makes life worth living. I fell down just the other day. You know, like a moral stumble. I did not even need to look for it or see it or feel it. Her hand touched my heart and lifted me up once again.
Happy love day.