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“…give me a man that we may fight together….”
My honey is celebrating without me. Birthday parties on opposite hemispheres don’t work very well. Lovely for us, his best- cousin- Scott, who lives in London, is taking him to dinner for me. I wish I could be there. He deserves so much more than a night on the town; he deserves a ticker-tape parade.
Over a month ago now, my man squared off with a giant.
He spent weeks preparing for an intense immersion course for a professional certification which encompassed a vast amount of highly technical knowledge. The fact that those who pass the six-hour test have spent their entire educations and careers in the field, while he is relatively new to that body of knowledge, stacked the odds hugely against him. But, like biblical David, he took his shot.
I watched the whole process with ache and awe; truly something for a wife to behold: her man determined and magnificent. It was also heartrending to see the aftereffects; the weight of the commitment and the pressure of investment and the uncertainty of success doing their best to bully his hopes and dreams.
I did all I could to distract, reassure, and build him up as the weeks passed without word of the results. It’s not the first time he’s tried to take a mountain down and I knew, based on experience and chemistry, that my faith in him would mysteriously contribute to the outcome. When he dropped his slingshot, I picked it up and tucked it back in his belt.
A few days ago, he burst into the room breathless. He shoved the screen of his smart phone in my face. There it was. The long awaited email with his score. I wrapped my arms around him and we wept.
My man had slayed his Goliath, the way Heroes–when their women believe in them–always, always do.
(Music from “Light of the World: A Celebration of Life”. Quote from 1 Samuel 17:10.)
Official London forecast: Dale’s in London doing the Corporate Hokey Pokey:…”You put your assignment agreement in…you pull your assignment agreement out….you do the HR dance and you turn yourself about….you wait for the visa and the work permit to come through…that’s what it’s all about!’ ……WHILST (Brit talk), back in America, I am singing: “Where oh where has my little flat gone? where oh where can it be? it’s still on-line, but they say it’s ‘let out’! Oh where oh where can it be?”
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Dustin & Amber
April 28, 2006
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