If there was a Husband Class, Steve should be the teacher! We met 29 years ago through a mutual friend. On our first date, I left him sitting at the table while I stayed in the ladies room most of the time thinking, “I do not want to be here. I am fine just the way my life is.”


If there was a Husband Class, Steve should be the teacher! We met 29 years ago through a mutual friend. On our first date, I left him sitting at the table while I stayed in the ladies room most of the time thinking, “I do not want to be here. I am fine just the way my life is.”

 

If it wasn’t for Steve’s persistence, we would probably not be together today and I would have missed out on the best relationship a girl could have. It is Steve’s joke that if he was not dogmatic to win me over, we probably would have blown 29 great years together.

 

The kids call me spoiled. I call me lucky. There is never anything I need that he will not provide to the best he can. In 29 years, I have never pumped my own gas. I’m not even sure I know how (but know I need to learn). I have never had to get an oil change, run to the store for a last-minute meal, things like that. He seems to take care of everything.

 

I have never had to worry about much. He does enough of that for both of us, but he will never complain when things are tough. He is the type of guy who will help anyone. I mean, anyone — not just our family. I have seen him drop a $5 bill behind someone less fortunate than us and tell that person, “Hey buddy! I think you dropped something.” just to show respect and let that person have some dignity.

 

He will buy his clients (he’s a counselor) a coat when it is cold, shoes if theirs are falling apart, a turkey for Thanksgiving, etc. ... all out of his own pocket. When the kids need help in anyway, Steve is the first one there to do whatever he can. I could write a book on the good this man does. And in all these years, he never ceases to amaze me.

 

When we first got together, things were hard raising two kids, but Steve took a second job on weekends to make sure we had food and the bills were paid. He was in college at the time, but wound up putting everything on hold to raise the family.

 

He got his master’s degree when he was 49 years old and his licensure 18 months later by holding down a full-time job and part-time school. But it was that dogmatic personality of his that made it all happen.

 

He tells the story that the first day he saw me, he knew I was the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. He told his friend, “You HAVE to introduce me to her.” I just smile because I know I could have lost out on this wonderful man, but I thank God every day for his determination to make that happen.

 

We are never apart, we are best friends and soul mates. We know each other so well, we even think alike. He has a never-ending way of always showing his love for me. A long time ago, I read the quote, “I’d rather live one moment with you than an eternity without you,” and today, that is our creed.

 

Ours may not be the most exciting story to read, but it’s OUR story and we will live happily ever after, thanks to his persistence 29 years ago!