Here is my little story. I was a single mom raising my son from my previous marriage to a Black American. My husband and I were married for three short years and we decided to go our separate ways when our son was only 9 months old. Unfortunately, for my young son, his dad was not in his life, but I would not allow this to hinder my son’s upbringing. During the next eight years of my his life, I dedicated myself to excel in my career and, along with the help of my mom, was successful in providing a comfortable life for both us.
As of person of Christian faith, I attend church regularly. In fact, back then, I attended a Singles group that met about every other week. In one of those gatherings (a Christmas event to be exact) is where I met my husband Michael. Michael had never been married nor did he have any children. I just recall seeing this young man staring CONSTANTLY in my direction! I must admit it was a bit unnerving since he never approached me on that day. LOL!
A few weeks later, the church was going to have a retreat and Michael was tasked to call all the members of the group to ensure our attendance. Michael was more than happy to leave multiple messages on my home phone requesting contact. Eventually we connected, exchanged numbers, and began speaking with each other on a daily basis. Our romance began to bloom!
Michael proposed in February and we were married in October 1992. We had our daughter 3 years later and we lived a very happy, love-filled life. His family, Mom and Dad, as I referred to them, were so loving and accepting of me and my son. They called him grandson right off the bat and was a very strong influence in my son’s life while they were on this earth. His three brothers were also very loving towards us and along with their children made us feel very welcome to the family.
Our marriage was one where we spent our days loving each other, enjoying family trips, and making memories. Not that there weren’t disagreements along the way! Believe me, they were quite a few!! But, they were resolved with communication, prayer and understanding.
I lost Michael in 2013 to cancer and it’s been hard to no longer have that companion, that lover, that sweet friend. He did not see our daughter graduate from High School or College, but we kept his presence near to heart on those special occasions. He is always in my heart and in my daily thoughts.
Love is possible, through and through. Skin color doesn’t make a difference. It’s finding your person, your soulmate that is with you down in the trenches that will make this rough venture, called life, so, so worthwhile.
Blessings to all!