The night took us to house parties, but inevitably you would end up at a little place called Marks. A watering hole dive, it was our Cheers. Everyone knew everyone and if you didn't, well you would by the end of the night.
The night I wore my jean jacket and brown clogs is a night I'll never forget. Standing at the other end of the bar was a guy. Glasses, long hair and a smile. A great smile. Somehow, through the crowd we met in between.
He smiled, dimples in full effect and said "Hi, my name's Toad." Ok, at that point my mom would have been advising me to run. Fast. The guy had long hair and he introduced himself as Toad. Not to mention I was meeting him in a bar.
I didn't run. The rest is history.
Toad, a fraternal name I've been told was given to him, is known as Dave to the rest of the world. I describe him as a golden retriever: laid back, friendly and full of love. The dimples invite you in and his sweetness his innate.
To me, he's my best friend. 20 years with a person, which is now going on half my life, is quite an accomplishment. At least for me it is.
The last six months have been a transition of sorts for us. Dave has been living in Wisconsin. The girls and I have been living in Ohio. I'm just going to come out and say it military spouses, single parents, people not able to be with the ones the love on a daily basis...you're amazing. While I can see the light at the end of my tunnel, I have a new respect for what it means to live day-in and day-out without the other half.
Dave's job is ultimately what's taking us to Wisconsin. While we're a dual-career family, his job is unique and we knew at some point it would be taking us elsewhere. Cate and Ava like to call him Willy Wonka. The Director of Consumer Insights and Market Research for an Irish flavor and fragrance company called Kerry, he loves what he does. Waking up to trend food, meet chefs and explore the world he's fortunate to have found his passion. The boy I met 20 years ago from the country has certainly come a long way.
The weekend commutes are getting harder and the weeks just feel longer. We miss our family dinners and movie nights. Everything and everyone gets crammed into a weekend.
Dave flew home last night instead of driving. The drives usually mean we won't see him until breakfast Saturday morning. We were anticipating an early arrival, however, the plane was stuck on the runway. We enjoyed another gourmet breakfast compliments of Chef Toad.
I would question that old adage that distance makes the heart grow fonder. I think it's more appropriate to say that distance is not for the weak at heart. Here's hoping for nothing but blue skies from now on.
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