Her long dark hair gently flowed in the warm summer Kansas breeze. First straight behind her, then straight ahead wrapping around her beautiful brown-skinned face. She was riding one of the playground swings.
This was my first encounter with a girl named Rosie Reyes.
We both lived within a block of Sunset Grade School. Rosie was in the sixth grade, I was in the eighth. The number eight turned out to be a special number for us.
Eight years later I walked the little girl down the long, long center aisle at Sacred Heart Cathedral after saying, “I do.”
Thirty-five years later the count continues.
So, what are the highlights of this voyage?
Fun. Boy have we had a lot. The great thing about fun is it doesn’t have to cost anything. If you are doing something as simple as going for a walk with the one you love – that’s fun. There’s been trips, events, celebrations, excursions, and walks – thousands and thousands of them.
Teamwork. It’s a small team of two, but it’s a team. Your success as a team means that sometimes one person has to give more than the other. My partner was the epitome of giving. Rosie was never called Fire Chief, but when called the Chief’s Wife those words carried more meaning than most knew.
Children. The team can grow. Children aren’t required, but they sure add a lot to life. Our two sons brought us a wealth of loving memories one could never aplace a price tag. Now there are two grandsons and a granddaughter that promise a limitless supply of future enjoyment.
Hardship. You have to work together with all your inner strength to overcome hardships. That digging deep within to overcome is what can build togetherness in every respect of the word. When two people with no money get married and afterwards take lifetime governmental jobs – that’s a recipe for togetherness.
Love. The word is abused, but in its truest sense it’s a great summation. It includes fun, it includes teamwork, it includes children, and it includes hardship. I believe it also means Best Friends.
Thirty-five years plus the count continues. And, it will until one of our hearts beats no longer.
My Best Friend – A Girl Named Rosie.