My Sweet Hubby

This page is dedicated to my sweet hubby, Phil. He has been my rock for so long. We were high school sweethearts. After high school, we went our separate ways for many years. I had been through so very much when I reached out to him again. Hurricane Andrew had wiped us out, my mother had passed away within 2 weeks of the hurricane, and I was separated from my second husband. To say I was down is an understatement!

One day, one particularly difficult day, I reached out to Phil and called him on the phone. At the time I was living in another city, however, I did want to know how he had fared during Hurricane Andrew. I phoned him, never even considering a woman could answer the phone...how self-centered was I!?!

Well, he answered and I later found out that it was a particularly difficult time for him as he had workmen all over his home, trying to put it back together again. We had a short, strained conversation and promised we'd keep in touch. After hanging up the phone, I realized I hadn't even given him my phone number, so I called him up again. He was so relieved when he answered the phone and it was me. He couldn't believe he hadn't gotten my number the first time.

We didn't talk again for several weeks. He was busy getting his house back in order and I was busy with my two boys and a new job.

Funny thing...with everything that went on after Hurricane Andrew, I really hadn't had time to mourn my mother's passing. I had to take care of the boys and find a job, which, as I had elected to settle in a small town in Central Florida, was not an easy thing to find. I knew we couldn't afford rents in South Florida, since they had doubled and tripled after the hurricane. Once I had taken care of necessities, though, I went into mourning with a vengeance. I got through each day, but spent alone time crying and thinking about Mom. She died young...only 65 years old and I grieved for her as well as the longer life she should have had.

One particularly difficult day, March 17, 1993, I had a meeting after work in another branch and was on my way home at 7 p.m. I cried the whole way home and, pulling into the parking lot, I checked my mail. I was cheered a bit by the fact that there was a letter from Philip. Once in the house and checking on the boys, I went into my room to read Phil's letter. It was a St. Patrick's Day card and came with pictures of him and his two Rottweiler dogs.

He looked wonderful! I immediately called him up, but when he came on the phone, I couldn't say any more than a weak "Hi." He began talking, but then noticed that I was silent. Actually, I was crying. When he realized that, he told me that he thought I was wonderful and that he had never quit loving me.

What began was two months of phone calls and weekend visits that culminated in our marriage on May 10, 1993, 20 years after high school. (Phil said he always intended to marry me the next time he caught me between husbands!) We went to Disney World for our honeymoon and had a wonderful time.

We have now been married 14 years. It hasn't always been easy, and at time it hasn't been anything like either one of us expected, but I have to admit that I wouldn't change it for all the money in the world. He is my soul mate.

Philip was my first love and he will be my last love. He means the world to me and I wouldn't trade him for anyone on the planet. I do have to say that I got one wonderful hubby! I'm sorry ladies...I got the best...you'll all have to settle for the rest! Seriously though, I do love Phil so very much. He has my past, he has my present, and God willing, he will have my future for many years to come.

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