In 1997, I met a woman who would change my life forever.
I was interviewing for grad school at Tulane University, and was about to walk into my first interview. Interviews, in case you were not aware, are not my forte.
This woman, who called herself Kathleen Trujillo, talked me down off the ledge. She let me crack jokes until I calmed down. She told me about the professor I was interviewing with. She gave me insight into his style (...Let the pause play out. He doesn't respond quickly.) She was smart. She was kind. She was helpful.
And, as all of you know, she was gorgeous, with the biggest, brightest blue eyes I had ever seen.
Later that year, I came to Tulane, and eventually made the smart move of having my mom propose to her. (She said yes to mom, after turning me down.) The wedding was more fun than anyone could have expected, and the decorations we had at the museum at the Middle American Research Institute - set in the 1920s - was the backdrop for the portrait of the exquisite flapper I had married. And, of course, Monroe Edmonson providing the a capella highlight to the wedding, and the brilliant string trio of Mary Laurel, Katie, and Andrew Lawton all gave me the music to make it perfect.
That was eighteen years ago, today.
Yeah, that is right. Our marriage could vote.
This amazing woman has stood by my side, pushed me, suggested, nudged, let me grow, and has, impossibly, blossomed into an even more beautiful woman than the one who agreed to marry me. She has endured deployments and absences and even endured a forgotten birthday (but only one....)
I could not imagine putting up with me for a week, let alone 18 years. But she has, and has done so with a grace that I cannot even begin to describe. She is my partner, my translator (always necessary when I am in a public setting), my travel partner, my co-conspirator, and my friend.
Changing my life, every day, Kathe Lawton is the light of my life.
I was interviewing for grad school at Tulane University, and was about to walk into my first interview. Interviews, in case you were not aware, are not my forte.
This woman, who called herself Kathleen Trujillo, talked me down off the ledge. She let me crack jokes until I calmed down. She told me about the professor I was interviewing with. She gave me insight into his style (...Let the pause play out. He doesn't respond quickly.) She was smart. She was kind. She was helpful.And, as all of you know, she was gorgeous, with the biggest, brightest blue eyes I had ever seen.
Later that year, I came to Tulane, and eventually made the smart move of having my mom propose to her. (She said yes to mom, after turning me down.) The wedding was more fun than anyone could have expected, and the decorations we had at the museum at the Middle American Research Institute - set in the 1920s - was the backdrop for the portrait of the exquisite flapper I had married. And, of course, Monroe Edmonson providing the a capella highlight to the wedding, and the brilliant string trio of Mary Laurel, Katie, and Andrew Lawton all gave me the music to make it perfect.
That was eighteen years ago, today.
Yeah, that is right. Our marriage could vote.
This amazing woman has stood by my side, pushed me, suggested, nudged, let me grow, and has, impossibly, blossomed into an even more beautiful woman than the one who agreed to marry me. She has endured deployments and absences and even endured a forgotten birthday (but only one....)I could not imagine putting up with me for a week, let alone 18 years. But she has, and has done so with a grace that I cannot even begin to describe. She is my partner, my translator (always necessary when I am in a public setting), my travel partner, my co-conspirator, and my friend.
Changing my life, every day, Kathe Lawton is the light of my life.
3 comments:
Indeed a looker! You're a lucky man, Crorey Lawton.
BGates
Happy anniversary. Crorey, you are indeed fortunate!Malene (This thing has me as macmac (wth?))
Bon Anniversare, mes amis.
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