Thursday, July 28, 2005

...You Don't Say...

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Recently a person whom I know from years ago, a younger sibling to a former classmate, had reason to talk to my husband in shul. She was arranging a Shabbos playdate for her daughter with mine and gladly passed her daughter off to my husband to spend lunch and the afternoon at the House of TorontoPearl.

My husband later took the little girl back to shul with him at mincha time, so that she could be reunited with her parent. Shabbos is out rather late here, and for a seven-year-old, who's had to walk a far distance to reach a new friend's house, "tired" was the word of the day.

The next day I received a phone call from the little girl's mother, thanking us profusely for hosting her daughter for so many hours. She went on to explain how she'd spotted my husband, knew he was with my daughter and that my daughter and her daughter were friends at day camp and that maybe they could get together later in the afternoon. My husband was the one to take the bull by the horns and put forth the invitation for lunch and the afternoon at our house and the suggestion of the "reunion" plans. This girl's mother said, "Your husband is very friendly. He's such a nice man."

You don't say...

I think I found my pot of gold at the end of the rainbow when I found him. When I first met him, he impressed me as friendly and genuine and warm. When friends and family met him, they considered him in the same way. When he and I were just engaged, the father-in-law of one of his bosses told me what a fine, menschlich young man I was involved with.

For people to see him the way I saw him meant a lot to me and told me a lot about him. For people to continue to see him in that way means a lot to me.

I could not have seen myself marry anyone BUT a nice and decent and warm and friendly guy like him. From his first day as a new father -- "How do I hold the baby?" -- to the seasoned father who does ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING for his wife and children and for the people around him -- I have never doubted my decision to marry this man, to give my heart to him and to grow old together with him.

In fact, I love him very much.

...You don't say...

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(If TorontoPearl's husband is reading this, just remember... we got engaged on August 22, 1993 and we got married on December 19, 1993 -- don't reverse the numbers!

I can just imagine you now, Toronto Pearl's husband. You're probably replying, "...You don't say...")

6 comments:

cruisin-mom said...

Pearl, I do say, that's a beautiful love story...Randi

Lvnsm27 said...

i love it too

Stacey said...

Awww, this was sweet. He's definitely a keeper!!

torontopearl said...

I thank you three for taking the time to comment.

Every Friday night my husband sings "Aishet Chayil/Woman of Valor" to me, a song in which a woman's attributes are listed. Every week I get this...

I decided that a once-in-a-blue-moon post about my "Man of Valor" was only right...

Essie said...

So sweet! Gives hope to all us singles!

torontopearl said...

Essie, just to let you know... I was single for what seemed like forever, marrying only when I was 32. As my father has always said, "You need mazel" and as others have said, "Sometimes you make your own mazel."
If I could, I would clone and market the TorontoPearl husband for all the good things that he represents; it isn't that I necessarily want to share him, but I'd like to spread the wealth around.
Thanks for the compliment. Good luck in your hunt for your own pot of gold.