Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Fixing Me

I was a true city girl.  I'd gone to NYU, fell in love with the city and never left. There was so much to love.  I could walk everywhere, eat exotic food any time of day or night.  Always a million things to do.  The hustle.  I loved it all, except for one thing...City men.

I don't want to generalize here, but I found city men to be hard to please, always looking over their shoulder (my shoulder) for the next best thing, never satisfied, but what's worse, they couldn't do anything.  They weren't handy.

I had a hard time with this.  I grew up in a house where men knew how to fix stuff.  My father and brothers could repair anything, all while looking good in flannel.  Whether it was in the house, out in the yard or on the car.  It didn't matter.  They could handle it.  They knew how to use tools.

I can't say for sure, but this environment may have influenced my taste in men. What can I say?  I liked flannel, but men in flannel shirts didn't gravitate to the big city.  I wasn't finding what I looking for among the producers and video editors I worked with on a daily basis.  I won't even mention the creatives...The copywriters, art directors and graphic designers.  Talented?  Maybe, but not a flannel shirt or tool box in the bunch.

My work didn't mix with any financial Wall Street types or anyone that might have a normal job, so I can't speak for them, but in my small world of advertising and video post-production, the men couldn't fix anything.  They could create a lot of problems, but they couldn't change a tire, build a shelf or hang a picture if their life depended on it, and that mattered to me.

Needless to say, I remained single a long time.

One day I walked into work at my video facility, went straight to the machine room as always, and found unfamiliar blue jean clad legs sticking out from under a tall rack of tape machines. These legs belonged to a freelance video engineer covering for our vacationing regular guy.  This freelancer was wearing a flannel shirt.

He stayed the week and though I thought of him occasionally, it was a couple years before I saw him again.  He came to work for us full time as the chief engineer.  His job was to keep our multi-million dollar facility running.  People went to him with troubles to resolve and he thrived on it.

We became very good friends and after a few years, I married him... Ten years ago today.

In all of suit-wearing Manhattan, I succeeded in finding the love of my life, my best friend.  We built a nice life, started to raise a beautiful family and one day, were told it was breast cancer.  My man who spends his days putting out fires, solving problems, building new things and repairing broken ones...couldn't fix me.

He had to put his faith and trust in the hands of others and let go, while never leaving my side.  Not easy for such a man, but here are some things he needs to know and never forget:

It's your presence that carries me.

It's your wish to see our dreams fulfilled that sustain me.

Your love and ever lasting support drive me.

And in those ways...You heal me.

I am one lucky city girl.


Happy 10 year anniversary to my love.
2011 and beyond.


Who heals you without even knowing it?

17 comments:

  1. Happy Anniversary! Oh, I am so glad you found each other! What a wonderful love story, Stacey!

    In answer to your question, I'm a lucky girl and my husband, siblings and my dad help me get through the tough times. But I think they know it! ;)

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  2. What a gorgeous phrase: 'the love of my life."

    Thank you for sharing this part of our life with us --
    hugs,
    Jody

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  3. Congratulations and Happy Anniversary to you both - your post brought a tear to my eye - you are so lucky to have each other!

    Julie

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  4. Oh Stacey, this was beautiful. Wishing you both a very happy anniversary and many, many more. This made me cry but in a good way, and gave me fond thoughts of my own husband. We celebrated our 33rd wedding anniversary two days after my mastectomy. We didn't do much in the way of celebrating but it was one of the sweetest anniversaries we ever had.

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  5. Happy 10th Anniversary to you both. Today's entry was a beautiful one. We're happy to have you guys as friends.

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  6. Absolutely beautiful Stacey and Happy Anniversary. "Love of my life" that's exactly how me and my hubby describe ourselves....we also say we're "special sweeties" as well. I think you tapped into my hubby's single most frustration.....he can't fix me. The last lines of this post really sum it up for me too. Now I'm tearing up........

    "It's your wish to see our dreams fulfilled that sustain me.

    Your love and ever lasting support drive me.

    And in those ways...You heal me.

    I am one lucky city girl."

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  7. What a lovely tribute! Happy anniversary and congratulations to you both!

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  8. What a beautiful post and wonderful story. Sounds like something out of a movie! I dream of having a marriage like the one you describe here with your husband when that time comes for me :-) Happy anniversary!

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  9. ...and by that I didn't mean that I want to have a marriage WITH your husband... hahaha. I really should reread things for clarity before I post them. ;-)

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  10. Wonderful anniversary tribute! I too love my Paul Bunyan-esque hubs, who cries every time my breast cancer comes up. I wouldn't trade him for the world! Happy, happy anniversary and many, many more beautiful years to come! :-) Lisa

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  11. Stacey, Congratulations on your anniversary! Those of us lucky enough to have found such love are indeed blessed. I agree with you, it is really hard when the one who loves us the most cannot "fix" things. Thank you for reminding me of that again. I hate it when this cancer hurts those closest to me. Again, congrats!!

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  12. Touched beyond words. Thank you to eveyone for your comments and kind anniversary wishes. It makes me happy to know so many of you have your best friend, your love, by your side, as I do. I don't know where I'd be without him. We're having a nice celebration, but all your words have certainly added to that.

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  13. What a lovely, lovely story. So touching that you say he never leaves your side. Thank you Stacey and 'Happy Anniversary' to you both!

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  14. Such a beautiful post Stacey! Thanks so much for sharing this sweet and tender story:) And Happy Anniversary!

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  15. Thanks, Debbie. We had a great day.

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  16. Hope you had a happy anniversary and wishes for many, many, many more.

    Mark

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