Tuesday, August 6, 2013

The Approval

Mags: "How long has Daddy known his friends again?"
Me: "Since he was in THIRD grade! Isn't that incredible?"
Mags: "Wow. That means they're like...eighty-five years old!"

The Approval

I was nervous, even though I'd experienced this before. All the "what ifs" neared the surface. My stomach quaked as we began to close in on the destination. I gazed over at his face as I attempted to keep my overflowing emotions in check. He was worth it, there wasn't a doubt in my mind. But this...this was the ultimate test. No, scratch that. The final approval.

Before I could think any further, the venue came into view. The car came to a rest. A warm, assuring hand grabbed mine and squeezed in three quick spurts. A smile spread across my face as I whispered,

"I love you, too."

"Here we go." he spoke with great ardor.

Displaying his chivalrous nature, he walked around the car, tapped on the hood and flashed me a smile as he approached my door. He opened it as I pushed myself out of the seat exhaling the breath I never even realized I was holding. 

"You look beautiful." 

Hesitant, I accepted the compliment. Walking toward the restaurant, I rehearsed my possible greeting options. All seemed full of weak content. 

"Nice to meet you." 
"I've heard so much about you."
"I'm so sorry I just puked on your shoes."

The last choice was the most probable at that moment. Before I knew it, we were in the entry way. Up the stairs we tromped, our hands intertwined. I heard the friendly voices before I met their eyes. His hand slid out of mine as he  was swept to the side into a crowd of hugs and bright smiles. He turned, pointed at me and motioned me forward. Captivated, I was accepted into a circle of his lifelong confidants drenched in his history. And instantly I was part of that.

For the past 14 years, I have been very lucky to be a part of something my husband holds so close to his heart. A circle of men that he has known since he was in third grade. They've grown-up together, shared huge milestones in each other's lives, cheered on each other's accomplishments and have all married some seriously fabulous women. 

Today, I sit on a porch by a lake, listening to the laughter of these friends' and their beautiful families. We hang out, we laugh, we share stories, we support, we love, we eat and eat and eat some more. I admire these men for keeping these incredible relationships alive and full of joy.  It brought our families together. And for that, I am forever grateful! 

This post is in response to the weekly Trifecta Writing Challenge.


  1. Oh my gosh. You make me want this same thing for myself. It sounds like something out of a novel. How lucky for you and your family. I love the way you compliment the other women, too. There's not nearly enough of that--women building each other up. Kudos to you. Thanks for linking up.

  2. How wonderful for you! Your post makes me wish I were better in social situations this size. It's a gift to have so many people in a gathering that you call friends. Lovely.

  3. That is an amazing thing to be welcomed into.

  4. He has some special friendships...how nice to be included in that!

  5. So, so cool. Blessed, indeed.

  6. What a terrifying moment that can be, waiting to meet your boyfriend/girlfriend's closest friends, wondering whether you're going to pass muster. Very well told--and thank you for sharing your own experience. That added an extra layer of richness to your story.

  7. That's really cool. I like this.

  8. Tell the truth ... how many shoes did you ruin that first day?

    I mean ... that's AWESOME! I'm so glad to hear everything went so (I'm gonna say it) swimmingly at the lake. Miss you guys.

  9. How wonderful! It must be amazing to be a part of that. :)

  10. We have a group like this from college. I will always remember 30+ years ago when one of our pals brought his new, very special girlfriend to our annual weekend together. We were all so impressed with how brave she was in the face of what must have seemed daunting! She was welcomed with open arms and now, after all this time, we forget that she wasn't with us from the very start!