So…. I am never any good at going public with things like this, but I will do this for G, for Father’s Day (nope, no new baby on the way). And I will post this to my blog, as it will be read by fewer people, thus reducing any self-consciousness that may result of my sharing some personal feelings in a public forum.
This is a belated Happy Father’s Day shout out to my main squeeze (as opposed to my secondary and tertiary squeezes). This man got me to fall head over heels for him at an SF Giants game. We had been dating off and on for quite a while, but I finally opened my eyes to my feelings for him at a baseball game. It was in between bites of some amazing sandwiches I had made to bring with us. At the time we were off again. We were sitting in the bleachers, section 138, to be exact, and chatting over our dinner, when I suddenly realized that I never wanted to date anyone else. I had missed him, and didn’t want to feel that again. From then on, I couldn’t get the guy out of my head. I remember I couldn’t think of Glenn without smiling, and I couldn’t stop thinking about him. He was so easy to talk to, and made it easy to be completely myself when he was around. I loved that his hands were always warm, whenever mine were cold. I loved that he always signed his notes to me ‘Love, Me’. I love that he would get me flowers from my favorite little market in Berkeley. I love that he challenged me in ways no one else ever had before, and that he was (and still is) my loudest cheerleader. I loved how sweet and respectful he was to his parents. I love that he stuck it out, no matter how often I deluded myself into thinking I maybe didn’t want to get married. And I love that I picked him to be the father of my beautiful girls. They have no idea how lucky they are, though I try and tell them every single day. What a lucky girl I am to get to celebrate Father’s Day with this guy. And he’s mine for eternity.
