The Love of My Life
On September 1, 1972, at the age of twenty, I married the love of my life. I met her in the church where my dad was the pastor. I had my eyes on her for a couple of years before she was willing to pay any attention to me. She told me later that I was too immature for her liking. I tried everything I could to win her over, but I assumed she was out of my league, so I gave up. When I gave up, something changed; she started flirting with me. Once I knew she was interested in me, I thought maybe I did have a shot at dating her. She was beautiful, with long silky dark brown hair that reached just below the small of her back. She had dark brown eyes that reminded me of a young doe.
We had a lot in common, and one thing was music. She sang with my brother and Rev. Udell Addison in the “Canaan Trio.” She had a beautiful alto voice.
I will always remember the first time I kissed her. The trio was having a practice session at Udell’s house which was only a few blocks from where I lived. I decided I would stop by and listen to them sing for a while. We were talking and flirting with each other, and I had a quarter I was flipping, and I dropped it on the floor, and she picked it up and would not give it back to me. Later in the night when they finished practicing, I started to leave and she said, “Hey, you forgot something,” and I said, “What?” She said, “Your quarter.” We walked down to her car, and she gave me the quarter. We talked for a long time until I got the nerve to kiss her. When I did, I knew I was going to ask her to marry me.
After dating for about six months, I ask her to marry me, and she said “yes!” We were married on September 1, 1972. We started our family about two years after that, and now, forty eight years later, we have three daughters and seven grandchildren.
She has been and is the rock of my life. I didn’t marry her so I could live with her; I married her because I could not live without her.
I may not have been her first date, her first kiss, or her first love but I want to be her last everything!
Gayla, (my little doe eyed piano player), never forget how special you are to me. I will love you forever and always.
Love, your husband!