I am a natural born skeptic. I just can’t help it. I always have been.
So when I was old enough to figure out that you had to love someone an awful lot to get married I was always asking my mom “How did you know you wanted to marry Daddy?” And the only answer I ever got was, “I just did.”
Naturally, my reaction was to roll my eyes and announce to the world that I didn’t believe you could “just know” something that important. And what’s more, if “just knowing” was the only proof you had to go on, then I was never going to get married. The whole concept sounded ridiculous to me.
Well….enter Rhett McAllister. Thirteen years ago he walked into a room and we started chatting and there went my cynical notion of relationships all together. We have our great days and our rough days (sometimes some REALLY rough days), but either way every day is worth it. And guess what? I just knew. I hate it when my mother is right.
You’d think something like that might have decreased my doubting Thomas tendencies but no….whenever my mother told me that it’s possible to love someone you haven’t even met yet I thought, “Yeah, right.” But now, see there’s this little girl… I haven’t met her officially and I don’t even know her name yet, but I can tell you a few things about her.
I know she likes The Weepies, Tom Petty, the Beatles, Sun Kil Moon, fried chicken and spaghetti. I pretty much live for her every movement (which feels oddly like gas or popcorn popping), she gives me really bad heartburn and let’s just say that she’s making bending over a bit of a challenge. Rhett tells her about his day every night before bed and sings silly songs to her. And my mother has already bought her more clothes and toys than should be allowed by law.
And last but not least….. I can’t wait until we meet face to face, because I think I love her more than I have ever loved anything in my whole life:
Apparently a mother knows. I think my skeptic days are over. Yeah right.
