I don’t know what he’s taking, but all of the sudden he’s gardening and he’s writing like a mad man. Actually, I think he’s becoming me. Last week he announced, “I’m writing the story of how we met.” Well, okay then. He has bugged me for a long time to write about our early years and I’ll start something and then a chicken needs doctoring or I find out how to use coupons or I spy a butterfly…looky the pretty wittle butterfly. Right, I get distracted, but more often I just want to write about what is on my mind or happening right now. So, the early years pop up once in a great while, but to sit down and intentionally try to rewind my thoughts to our beginning, well, that just hurts my head. So, Clay has taken on this challenge with great gusto and enthusiasm.
As I’ve read through the first few installments, I’ve laughed, winced and cried. I’m married to him, so of course I know how wonderful he is, but you can’t help but have a strong admiration of this man after you read how he started his adult life. I fell in love with a boy a long time ago and now that boy is a man telling his story. How we met Part I can be found under The Stories in Clay’s Life, I’ll update here every time he posts a new entry.