Hello You,
So I had a great idea to write a daily blog based on my life and all the things I recall or remember so far in it. I have seen and done so many things that I feel are quite significant, and I am constantly reminded that I need to keep a record of these things in case I forget it and so my posterity can see how weird I am.
So I told my wife what I was doing and she kindly and clearly reminded me that we already had a family blog. So... I will be putting my two cents here. I will call it The Husband Letters: These are my memories... these are my stories.
I am a simple man living a simple life the best way my simple mind knows how. I am also a man of many titles: son, brother, and teacher to name a few. However, the titles I treasure most are Father and Husband. Two titles I strive my best to wear with honour and dignity.
I sit here tonight, the evening of my 29th birthday, reflecting on how I got to where I am. That, however, is not so simple to explain.
I have always loved stories, specifically fictional stories. My reasoning varies day to day, but I think I would have to say that I just have a romanticised imagination with the impossible or unreal. The reality was so drab and depressing, so I dreamt of the unimaginable hoping that someday it would become reality. Dreaming is dangerous. It also doesn't get me anywhere, only into a lot of trouble usually.
Then someone told me something that really altered my perception of stories. The best stories that are told are based on events that you have actually experienced. The reality of the experience is what gives it life. It's our imaginations that make our realities take flight though. There is nothing wrong with a little white lie or twist to give it some zest, but it's the emotion felt that pumps the heart of the story and gives it breath.
In other words... non-fiction, with a splash of creativity, can be just as terrifying or brilliant as any made up story could ever be. There are no new ideas, just the same ideas retold in different ways. The truth is multi-dimensional, it just depends on what angle it's being examined from.
This is my angle...
Everything happens for a reason. Meeting the woman who would later be my wife for the first time is a perfect example of this. We met in a small college community in the middle of Alberta, Canada. One of the most memorable days of my life. Life changing too. But this day was long in the making... this story starts a few months before our first date. This day was a precursor to a different day. A day that consisted of a group of acquaintances, a round table, some smooth talking, and a game of Apples to Apples. This led to the exchange of phone numbers and a few weeks of texting and messaging.
Dating sucks. At first, it can be fun and exciting even nerve-wracking, but by this point, it was getting tedious, and the more I dated the more I realised how bad I am at it. However, it is the inevitable obstacle all must tackle in order to find that one person. My person.
So, tonnes of texts messages later, a Halloween dance, and a concert date that didn't end with those much-needed sparks. I was left at square one, again. Well, sort of. Ending a date, on the LRT, with the phrase "I think you should meet my roommate, you guys would have a lot in common" is sort of the last thing you would want to hear. You would think. In my case, it was the best thing.
Said roommate, upon learning of this weekend date, quickly took to social media to question me about... well, me. She just wanted to make sure I wasn't a psycho. Who could blame her? I wish I had such a good friend that would interrogate those I liked to verify their credibility. Her intensity and curiosity were amusing and I couldn't help but love her drive for life and her unfiltered outlook on everything. I was also interested to see how much we really did have in common. I have to admit that being told I would have a lot in common with someone makes me very sceptical. It is usually a line that girls use to let down their date easily when they realise that they had not found their person. The easy out. Oddly, my date... was right. Her roommate and I had enough in common for us to go on our first date. It took some coaxing for me, but it happened. Dinner and a Movie - the cookie cutter date, I know. But it was perfect for us. So much so that knew I had to see her again. And I did! Fast-forward four and a half years and here we are. Married and in love with a nine-month-old girl who is easily the pride and joy of our lives.
It's amazing how things turn out. It is also scary at times; I have no problem admitting that. The purpose of this blog is act as a journal of sorts of my perspective of my life story. It is also so that I can have a close to, if not, a perfect record of the events that happened between then and now, and maybe if you're lucky the stories that made me before all this even happened. I also want my daughter and any future children to be able to read and understand why their Dad is the way he is. I truly believe that all the little things that happen in life shape who we are today.
So here I am.
The Husband Letters.
Happy Birthday, Me!
Ready or Not,
Daddy-O.
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