Love Thursday #6,997,423

Things have been a little crazy here today (crazy in that "all I can do is sit on the couch and finish knitting this dang sock and wait for the UPS delivery guy" kind of way) but I didn't want to let this day get lost in the haze of furniture assembly because all over the blogoshere, it's Love Thursday and DUDES, have I got a really, really good Love Thursday story for you. You'll laugh, you'll cry, you'll wear mismatched socks...

(Speaking of socks--and I know y'all are just dying to speak MORE of socks, right? --I finished the first of my Edward socks. Here it is, along with its namesake. I like to name my socks after whatever it is that I'm knitting into the fabric and in this case, it was my concern and love for my missing and miraculously returned kitty. The yarn is Claudia hand-paint in the flavor pistachio (it was a gift from my good friend and erstwhile baby-sitter, Stefanie, who gave it to me with the proviso that I use it to knit MYSELF some socks. That selfish b-word. (Just kidding--isn't she lovely??) and I just knitted my usual bamboo-stitch sock. The cat is your basic Miracle Orange Tabby.)

So, back to Love Thursday... no wait, first we must go way, WAY back to my childhood. I've written before about my father and how he was electrocuted in Vietnam when I was five years old. Well, when I was sixteen, my mother went on a date with a man named Jerry (the story of their first date and how my sister and I called the police and reported my mother missing is the stuff of family legend. I'm saving it for a day when I have writer's block.)

Anyway, this Jerry guy just hung around and hung around and hung around and every year, he asked my mother to marry him. And every year, she, the pragmatic German, said no; she just didn't really see the point.

When I say that Jerry "hung around," I mean that in the sense that he was in every way the father that I'd missed for all those years. I mean it in the sense that he gave me away at my wedding. I mean it in the sense that for twenty seven years, he has offered his gentle and wise counsel to me and my siblings and has been the unconditional support and rock my mother needed.

I mean it in the sense that he once wrote to me that I was the daughter everyone wishes for. (Only, he used better grammar. But he wrote it in German and that's as close a translation as I can do.)

I have to say that it can't have been easy. I mean, I know I was extra vigilant in looking for reasons to dislike anyone who dared to try to take my father's place in my life. But he never tried to do that, see. He was just always my wise, super-smart, loving, gentle friend. And even more important for this approval-starved kid, he showed me quietly and unwaveringly, that he was my biggest fan.

I quite love him.

So anyway, it's been 27 years. And do you know what those two impetuous love-birds did on Friday?

They got married.

And get this, my mother is changing her name! I don't know why, but nothing touched me as much as that, for some reason.

Unless it was the way her voice sounded when we spoke on the telephone this morning and she said, "And here's my husband now." I wish I had a recording of that to play back... it was one of the sweetest things I've ever heard.

You did good, Mom. I think he's a keeper.

Comments

Em said…
Oh Barb, that is the sweeetest Love Thursday post I have ever read. Best wishes to your mom, your "new" dad, and the rest of your family. (and pssst! welcome home, Edward!)
Marie said…
Awwww! I have to say if anything happened to Brad I wouldn't see the point in remarrying either. As MadMad said on her blog earlier, "what, and clean another man's toilet?"
Wow. I wonder what made her do it (I mean, aside from his unwavering love and devotion for 27 years...).
Awww, that one made my heart happy.
Dawn said…
Between that and the Edward story, I think you are one amazing and lucky family..
Ei said…
Oh mygosh. I so love that. More than...sniff...oh...too many tear to type.
Sue said…
What a sweet, poignant post.
Mokihana said…
Your post gave me chicken skin [goose bumps, but I'm a local kine girl]. And I love how Mr Orange MiracleKitty is snuggled up in the sock.

Gave me wai maka, too. IOW... tears. But good ones.
LaDonna said…
ACK! Blogger ate my comment! It's OK, it was short :)

That is one of the sweetest things I've ever read, Barb! I do wonder what made her finally change her mind, but it's just incredibly wonderful! Congrats to your mom, and to you on the new addition to your family!
DK said…
Awwwwwwww. That's really sweet. I'm glad he persevered. I'm glad he was so good to you.

That's the stuff that Love Thursday is all about, right there.
Hahn at Home said…
That is the nicest thing I've heard in forever. Congratulations to them both on a continued happy journey together.
Barbara said…
Congrats to your mum and her new husband. You are having good things happen in your family just now.
I'd not read the piece about your father before so I just hopped over and read it. Very sad and moving too.
Lori said…
Congrats!
That is so incredible and touching. You did make me tear up a bit, and I had to read it out loud to my hubby.
It's getting so that I start out with, "Honey, remember Barb - Edward's Mommy? Well, listen to this ..." And he actually listens.
I love, love, love your blog.
...I sure am a bitch to have given you that fabulous yarn. I was hoping that you would share with us when you knitted those!!

The story about your mom is just so sweet! I'm really happy for her :)