May of 2006. That's when we met. You know, it's almost always one of the first questions I ask a couple when I meet them. When did you meet? Where did you meet? I love hearing the stories. Sounds sappy romantic I know, but I sincerely enjoy hearing the history and the variety of background tales. My first impression of this woman who would later become my wife was that she was a cold and stuck up bat. Romantic hey? I went to introduce myself and she barely looked at me and didn't even want to shake my hand. A fabulous start. As the night progressed at this farewell shindig we attended through mutual invitation by friends on both sides, we were eventually re-introduced at the end of the night by a friend who knew both of us and began talking music. We found that we gelled really well, exchanged numbers and well folks.. the rest is history.
Since I had taken a break recently from interviews and album reviews, I thought I would take the opportunity to write something totally different, and something a little more personal. That being said, I'm back in the saddle and reviews and interviews are coming. Anyways..
Meet Lorraine. This is my gal. My friend. She's seen me at my worst, and hopefully not yet my best. She's been my rock, and my thorn, my reason to be better. It is my pleasure to introduce her to anyone reading this.
It is an honor to call this woman my wife. Its something that I do not entirely understand all the time. When we were first together, couples around me that had been together for years, would tell me that the love you start to feel for one another changes and becomes stronger overtime. I never got it until recently.
Not long ago we were talking over a glass of wine after the kids went to bed. As she was talking I found myself staring at her thinking: If I were ever to screw this up, I would be the stupidest man on the face of this earth. It was an interesting revelation where I realized that our relationship had taken a different shape for me in that on some level, if she weren't in my life, I would be missing a part of myself. I would be fundamentally damaged. And no, I'm not a naive hopeless romantic. It's just how I feel, and the experiences that we have shared together have shaped our relationship to this level.
As a mother, I could not ask for more. I will level with you, that when it comes to organizing things for my children's daily affairs, I am the worst. Parent fail 101 poster child one hundred percent. I sent Oreo cookies one day in my sons lunch, who attends a school that propagates healthy eating and nourishment. Absolute fail. My wife on the other hand, thinks ahead, packs a healthy lunch, dresses them well, hair is combed. Not my strong-suit, but Lorraine makes it look effortless. That's just one example among many that I can go on, but the point that I will share with you is that she makes the parenting thing a lot smoother than I am sure it could be.
We keep things relatively simple in our life, and I am of the belief that if you don't like the way some things are going, then say something. We are honest with each other even when it sucks, and we make sure to always be vocal about how we are feeling regards the direction our lives may be headed.
Bottom line guys, this is my girl. She's Rad. Thanks for reading.