There’s something about living in the house that you grew up in that’s unexplainable.

It’s amazing and wonderful and poignant all at the same time. It’s like you are living in the middle of a new chapter, and yet? You can see all the chapters that have gone before and know there are new chapters yet to come.

Each room has a thousand stories.

Each room has a thousand steps.

And sometimes? Every so often?

You open a dutch door with brass hardware and a summer wreath.

And right then?

Right there.

In the middle of an ordinary day, something happens that reminds you of all the steps you have taken before.

Last week I had an argument with my husband.

Truth?

It was over nothing.

It was silly.

And ridiculous.

But as most silly-ridiculous-arguments-over-nothing go sometimes, it started small and ended with frustration and hurt feelings and he left for work without it being resolved. My husband is a hospital pharmacist and he’d been called in for extra shifts and he’s been working a lot lately and as soon as he walked out the door?

I realized I was wrong.

Really wrong.

And I missed him.

I stared at the dutch door that had just closed behind him as tears welled up in my eyes. And in that moment? I remembered something.

I remembered those same steps with those same tears staring at that same door all those years ago.

The day he left for boot camp.

We had broken up because he was leaving for the navy and he stopped by the house one more time on his way to Orlando to say goodbye and let me know he was leaving.

I stood at this exact dutch door on January 3 at 6:30 in the morning and hugged him tight and wished him well and waved goodbye and told him to have a wonderful life.

I thought I would never see him again.

He was nice and sweet and kind with twinkling brown eyes, but you see my friend…

….I broke up with him because I had big plans.

Big.

I was 21 and single with a prairie skirt and high heels with lace socks.

Watch out world.

And as he walked through this dutch door, he turned back before he got into the truck and waved. Then he smiled the smile I knew so well and his eyes twinkled one last time for me….

…and my heart gave a little leap.

But I ignored it.

I didn’t have time for distractions or boot camps or sailors or twinkling eyes.

I had plans.

So my plans and my prairie skirt and I returned to college. We clicked our high-heeled-lace-socked pumps together and scheduled dates and parties and tail-gating events and barbeques and moonlit walks by the river.

And it was fun.

For a while.

Until I heard a joke or a funny story or had a fashion emergency or received an A on a test or came up with a brilliant idea that only a pair of twinkling eyes would understand.

I tried to ignore it.

I tried to shake it off.

I tried to remember my plans.

But I couldn’t.

So I distracted myself with long phone calls to my mother and brownie fudge sundaes and episodes of Oprah.

Bless my heart.

And somewhere between 27 bites of chocolate and the Phil Donahue show and Oprah lugging in a giant wagon full of lard…..

….I realized I was still in love.

*sigh*

I was in love with a sailor.

A sailor I’d already said goodbye to.

A sailor I’d just broken up with.

A sailor who was currently halfway across the country at boot camp without a single solitary means of communication.

Back then it was different.

There wasn’t a cell phone or an e-mail or an internet or any way to tell someone that you were silly and you had totally changed your mind and you never wanted to be away from them again and you were totally, absolutely, positively 100% in love with them.

So I waited.

And waited.

Weeks went by and then one day the phone rang.

It was Valentine’s Day.

A pair of brown eyes twinkled from the payphone at the other end.

It was my sailor.

And he told me he had waited an hour in line at boot camp and he only had five minutes and he knew I was probably busy….

but he missed me.

Me?

The girl with the big plans.

He missed…..me?

I said nothing.

I couldn’t.

I wanted to, but I was sobbing.

So my heart spoke for me.

And right then on a cold gray February morning on a payphone with a tender note in his voice, a twinkling-eyed sailor told a girl he loved her…..

…..and she told him she loved him right back.

PS  Ten minutes after this dutch door closed?

My phone rang.

It was my husband.

He called to tell me he missed me and I told him I was wrong and what was I thinking and that I was sorry and silly and ridiculous.

And that when he walked back through this dutch door tonight?

I’d be there.

Just like all those years ago.

Waiting with open arms. 🙂

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Comments

  1. Image for Robin Robin

    The heart doesn’t lie! My daddy was in the Air Force and stood in line to make that special call to my mom. She would tell him, I love you and he would say, me you too! It’s those moments of sweet memories that find a safe place in our hearts.

  2. Image for Lyn Lyn

    Love it! Just yesterday my long long long married husband and I kind of snapped at each other about something as ridiculous as sunglasses! He left the house for his daily 5 mile jaunt, and when he got home he walked in the door with his usual big smile on his face, and it made me ask myself why did we get upset over sunglasses!

  3. Image for Be Be

    What a wonderful story and great story of example. I had just heard a song saying that you can walk the talk or talk the talk, but the walk the talk spoke volumes. Thanks for walking the talk for all of us today. Luv luv

    1. Image for Stephanie Brown Stephanie Brown

      I had no idea you had so many sweet friend! I have been out of the loop sorry but will try to stay in the loop again.

  4. Image for Donnamae Donnamae

    These are the stories that move me. (Now, I’ll go back and look at all your pictures.) Love always wins out, my friend!! Hope you have a terrific day! ;)

  5. Image for Diana Diana

    KariAnne this warmed my heart and reminded me so much of my marriage of 51 years. It is the kind of love that swells inside and you can't imagine the world without them. Loved hearing your story

  6. Image for Gina Gina

    Thank goodness there is grace for us in times when we are wrong. Love your heart. And to think the girls are around the same age you were.

  7. Image for Nancy Bergan Nancy Bergan

    Those are the reasons why we are married 43 years, how we think I’m going to do this but really happens I’m doing that with you. Thank you for making me remember why we are still happily married.

  8. Image for Dana Dana

    That is one of the best love stories I have ever read (and I’ve read a few😉) Absolutely brilliant and beautifully worded. Your next DIY project should be writing a book. Love and prayers for you and your sailor and the rest of your lives together!

  9. Image for Linda Lee Primeaux Linda Lee Primeaux

    And God said: But the greatest of these is Love. It is a gift to be shared. A beautiful love store indeed. 😊

  10. Image for Va in NC Va in NC

    We are so fortunate to have our memories; even when our loved ones are no longer with us. Keep those memories close always. Thank you for sharing this with us. Blessibgs,

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