1979
From the day I first laid eyes on him in his loincloth, I knew this was a special guy.
We started to date a few months after that auspicious occasion, and what he might have lacked in social graces he more than made up for in kindness and patience, and the best looking legs I ever to this day have seen on a man.
He's been my Knight in Shining Armor in so many ways.
There was the time I mistakenly drank an entire gallon of wine at a bluegrass festival. I thought I was sharing. We'd only been dating briefly, and whatever humiliations I brought upon myself, he still spoke to me the next day.
There was the time his fraternity brothers told him that if he was going to go through the entire Ritual and thus become a Lambda Chi Alpha, he'd need to dump me first, since I was a GDI, and rather radically outspoken about it. He stared them down, and got in anyway.
There was the time he happened to meet a person who had done great harm to me many years before, and the veins on his neck began to stand out, and he was gritting this teeth so hard that his jaws were twitching. He would have decked this person right then and there had I not placed a hand on his arm and shook my head.
Of course, all these things -- and more -- happened before we were married, and well, you know what happens after you get married. While your Knight is still your Knight, the armor is a little chinked, so the moments become more like this:
You find your car is no longer on empty, because he noticed and went to the gas station after you went to bed.
He never clips his toenails in front of you. Anymore. Not after that skillet thing.
He drives a two-hour round trip home from a Scout Camporee at Chewacla State Park to let you in the house because you locked yourself out yesterday because you took the wrong key off the spare set the other day.
So to my own personal Knight.....
A knyght ther was,
and that a worthy man,
That fro the tyme that he first bigan
To riden out,
he loved chivalrie,
Trouthe and honour,
fredom and curteisie.
Geoffrey Chaucer
3 comments:
Mistakenly drank a gallon of wine! Wow! He is really a good guy, expecially for the drive. He is quite the heor of mine, as well! I told him he was like Nick Saben to the troop. Thanks much to you both,
Anne
That is HERO, not heor.
Anne
Chaucer? Who knew that he could pen such romantic prose (ugh hated him High School English Lit class and still do despite he perfectly summing up your knight!)
But oh my you can certainly pen a tribute. Love this post El! What a keeper Henry is to drive a two hour round trip to save his Damsel in distress. I'm impressed.
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