“You have 2 sons and a daughter, you say? Hey, me too!”
“Your kids are age 19, 17 and 14? Cool. Mine are 19, 17, and 10!”
“Your second son has autism? No way! Mine too! What are the odds?”
“You were born on January 23, 1967? That is uncanny. I was born on January 28, 1967!”
“You are a helicopter pilot who served in Afghanistan? GET OUT OF HERE! I am completely turned on by pilots and soldiers!”
“You are currently dating someone, you say? Hmmmmmmmm………That could be problematic. But I need you to understand something. I WILL have you, Steve.”
Three months and approximately one thousand, two hundred and seventy-five selfies later, and we are the most sickeningly, happy couple you will ever meet.
After my last relationship ended in March, my mother advised that I take a break from romance for a while. While it is sound advice, let’s face it, I am 48 years old with the threat of a cancer recurrence constantly yapping at my heels. I don’t have time to waste! Besides, guys like Steve are unicorns. Women dream about finding the perfect guy like we dream about finding a unicorn. Both are mythological creatures, or so I used to think. But this guy is so perfect for me, it is like I have finally found my unicorn!
Steve and I first met in May, and since then it has been a whirlwind of love, romance and adventure. Here are some of the highlights:
Chasing rainbows in the Rockies.
Parlez vous Francais? In St. Pierre et Miquelon.
On top of the world, Signal Hill, Newfoundland
Acting a little silly on George Street, St. John’s.
Busted flat in Baton Rouge.
Hunting gators in Lafayette, Louisiana.
Getting “hurricaned” on Bourbon Street, New Orleans. (Let’s just say, I woke up with no skin left on my knees.)
I am forever grateful for my good health and the opportunity to create such beautiful memories which I will cherish for a lifetime. However, as my summer of self-indulgence comes to a close, I also look forward to putting my focus and energies back on the three who always were and always will be my real true loves, Kaitlyn, Donovan and Ben. After all, it’s not all about ME!
I am one proud and lucky mama!
