Hey folks. The Saturday Celebration posts weren't doing a lot over at AFF, so we tried something new and moved that particular discussion to Thursday. I'm not sure it did any better on Thursday, but the end result freed up the Saturday spot here, and here we are.
Some of the stories I'm following this weekend are after the jump.
My wife fell pregnant about a week after we got back from our honeymoon, and we decided that she should take some time off from teaching once the school year ended. This wasn’t meant to be permanent, but the way things worked out, she never made it back into the classroom.
I was on out one night working on a hit utility pole in the North Bronx when Sally called me hysterically to tell me that she was bleeding. I rushed home, thankful for once that my boss had been on the scene with me. I held my wife in my arms and wondered helplessly what I could do.
“Life isn't about finding yourself. Life is about creating yourself.”
― George Bernard Shaw
Sally and I had dinner at a little Italian restaurant called La Scalla a couple of months after she got back from Romania. We weren’t sure where we were going to get married, but we knew that it would be a small ceremony. Neither of us had a lot of friends in Hoboken, nor did we want to waste money on an event that we were most certainly going to have to finance on our own. I studied La Scalla’s menu, decided on a steak topped with gorgonzola cheese, and looked up to find Sally staring at me expectantly.
Time passed in a blur. Sally and I met at Pier A, hung out, and then got smoothies at the local shake shop. We met again the following Friday for a dinner date at one of the local Italian places, Sally in a slinky black dress. The owner brought out complimentary shots of some Italian liqueur that left us both stumbling onto the sidewalk afterwards, and from there we walked back down to Pier A, kissed on the park benches, and decided to go to a New Jersey water park the next day. Sally showed up for that wearing a black string bikini, and I was astonished to realize that I hadn’t even noticed her pin-up girl’s figure until our fourth date. We spent a glorious day splashing aimlessly alongside the park's various slides and fountains before coming back to my place, putting on a movie, and falling asleep in one another’s arms.
In mere days, Sally had become a fixture in my life. She was the piece I’d been missing. We’d both gone through rough patches, but together I thought we could take on anything.