If you'd like to catch up on this little mini series about how my Beau and I met and began our romance 2 years ago - check out
Part 1,
Part 2,
Part 3 and
Part 4. After several weeks of getting to know each other by email, text and phone call I was ready to see what happened next.
There were however, a couple of obstacles. Number one being that I was truly hesitant to start any kind of serious relationship since I had just finalized my divorce. I didn't want to be one of those people others talk about, "Look at her. She can't be happy without a man." Silly to some, but reality was I had already heard it said about my own family in friends in the past and I knew it would be said about me. I also didn't want to get serious and have my son hurt. He was 2 1/2 years old, adored his Daddy and was really confused about all the changes. The last thing I wanted was to bring someone into his life, let him get attached and then it not work out.
Yet, every time my phone beeped or my computer lit up with a new email - I felt so at peace about my choice to talk to my Beau that I couldn't linger on the fears for long. I knew however, I wasn't going to take ANY chances of hurting my son again. Having his home torn apart had already done enough damage. I wasn't going to purposely let that kind of heartache get him again. So, I had the "I really like you but I will not let this be more until I am sure that my son is okay with you and I feel you are okay with him" talk.
The fact that it was of utmost importance to my Beau to protect my son also was just another check mark in the boxes of questions about him in my mind. Every day I was seeing more and more what kind of man he was through and through. Protective, loving, generous, kind, Christ-like in ways I can only pray to be and thoughtful - oh so very thoughtful. Intelligent, logical and realistic, this man knew that we couldn't just run on emotions and the excitement of a new relationship. He too wanted to make sure that the wee child in my life was comfortable with him.
It just so happened that my son had to be with me at work one day due to some happenings at his daycare. In one of those unplanned (some would call it fate) ways, it was also a day that my Beau had to stop by and pick up a printer from me again. Nervousness set in for both of us adults as the clueless little boy wandered around the office not knowing how important this soon to be casual meeting was to the two adults involved. In walked my Beau, we greeted each other normally as my son looked on. The normally shy and not very "ok with strangers" little boy was friendly from the start. Then, the man who I was falling so deeply for already, asked my son if he'd like to help him push the cart out that held the printer. I stood by and watched my son pushing the heavy cart like a big boy with the biggest grin of his life plastered on his face. A very simple and unexpected suggestion from a man who was obviously meant to be in my life had made my son the happiest boy in the world.

My Beau loaded the printer, waved goodbye to us both and left. My son came toddling up to me and said, "When is the man in the red shirt coming back? I like him!"
As I write this now, I cry. I cry because here I am two years later watching that same cute guy in a red shirt coaching my precious little boy (now 4 years old) as he does things around the house. Telling him not only what the name of a tool is, but every use it has. Walking through a store and looking at a pressure washer just yesterday and not only answering the question of, "What's that?" but telling him how it works - in full detail. The one who has taught my little boy all about the stars in the sky at night - even telling him what planets are shining brightly. A man who gently but firmly disciplines my son when it's needed. Always, ALWAYS telling my son how important it is to be respectful and loving to his mommy. A man who has sacrificed peace and quiet, things he wanted to buy, a normal schedule, privacy, and space in his own home to provide for my son and for me. This man who I figured would just be "a fun guy to hang out with" and never expected to have this with - warms my heart every single day. Because of how he treats me - but oh so often with what and how he does things for my son.
There is so much more to our story. So many trying times that came after these few events. Amazing days of how God's hand was guiding me and holding me up. Days that for this wonderful man had to have been the toughest he ever lived through. Nightmares that he never expected when he first complimented me. Yet he has stood by me. Sometimes, it's not been because he wanted to - but because he knew it was the right thing to do. And that's who he is. A man who exemplifies the love of Christ in a way I am yet to see in any other human I have met on this earth. He has stifled his own feelings and desires to provide for me and my son. And I owe him. I owe him so much. And I am thankful. I am so very thankful for him.

I don't know how to describe how I feel. Words, for this girl who talks too much, escape me when it comes time to say why I love this man. He is my very best friend. No other person has ever listened, loved, guided and corrected me like he has. No other person has ever shown me the love that he has. God alone has surpassed him in love and devotion in my life. My family, my parents, my sister, my other friends - they have been wonderful to me throughout my life, but nobody on this earth has ever shown me what my Beau has. And at the end of the day - he is the best friend I've ever known. A person I can be myself with. I hope and I pray that God will give me the chance in this lifetime to be that for him. To provide for him. To love him. To care for him, protect him, nurture him, advise him, and be the best friend and lover he has ever known.
Two years ago I stumbled into a relationship I never expected. Today, I praise God for every second I have had with this man. And I pray for many years to come.
Oh, and that piece of paper he wrote his number on all that time ago - well, I threw it away, but my boss - well - he knew I needed a man like this in my life. Several months after that first "meeting", my boss reached in his wallet and pulled out a carefully taped together piece of paper. It was the note, with phone number and smiley face that my Beau had given me and I had thrown away. My boss cared enough about me to tuck away something he knew immediately was the best thing that had ever come into my life. He told me when he gave me that paper that he was going to give it a few days - and if I didn't make a move, he was going to give me the number or he was going to call my Beau himself and tell him to keep trying.
I am a woman who has been blessed so far beyond what I deserve. Thank you Jesus for the love you have shown me through this man. Only you could know how much and how thoroughly I have needed him in the past two years. Give me the chance to return the love and provision to him that he has shown me.