Just over a year ago, I set myself a challenge. I decided to write about my marriage with DorkyDad publicly, for the first time. We were dealing with some nonsense in other areas of our life, and I felt the need to stand up and tell people how much I love my husband, and how proud of him I am.
So I wrote a short piece about us, which was first published on Offbeat Mama. Then a good friend at the Guardian suggested that their Family section might be interested in a longer piece. That was published right about this time last year.
DorkyDad was giving DorkySon a bath last night, when suddenly I spotted something on his arm.
It looked like an old scar of some kind. “What’s that?” I asked.
“Hrm,” said DorkyDad, “I’m not sure. Probably one of the tree scars.”
Long before I met him, DorkyDad broke his neck. He was in the front yard of his best friend’s house, getting a case of beer out of the car, when lightening hit a tree nearby. A branch came crashing down, and fell on him, shattering the vertebrae in his neck. He was very lucky to live.
I’ve known that story since shortly after meeting him – on one of our first dates he showed me the scar at the top of his back, and he keeps a chunk of one of those shattered vertebrae in a medical vial in the wardrobe – but I can’t believe that we’ve been married nearly five years and I’ve only just noticed the three inch scar on his arm.
It sums up our relationship, though. One of the reasons that DorkyDad and I remain so much in love is that we are still learning about each other, and still discovering new things about each other and ourselves. I don’t think I have ever been bored in his company.
He is a wonderful storyteller. If you’ve ever heard him read poetry, then you’ll know that all his best pieces have a compelling narrative. He will take a little snippet of an imagined story, and bring it to life in front of an audience. Sometimes he shares a little snippet and you think it’s imagined, but then later he tells you that it really happened, and you believe him.
His best poems are the ones that make you really wonder. The ones that you want so much to be real, but they’re so crazy that you can’t quite believe they are.
We had a friend staying last week, and she said to DorkyDad “I hope you’ll write your autobiography, one day.”
I hope he does too. Actually, even more, I hope he lets me write it.
We’ll be sitting down on a Friday evening, a little buzzed after a couple of glasses of wine, and he’ll say, “Did I tell you about the time I stood beside Henry Kissinger, and we pissed against a tree?”
“No,” I’ll say. “No you didn’t. Tell me about it.” And off he’ll walk, down some meandering mental highway with a lot of side roads, and every one of those side roads will also involve a ten minute anecdote about this person or that.
DorkyDad has an interesting job, and that has led him to meet interesting people. He has discussed his golf handicap with Archbishop Desmond Tutu. He has stood and looked up at a full moon, from a balcony in Washington, while he was chatting to Neil Armstrong. There is a photo floating around in our house somewhere of him beaming as he stands beside Meryl Streep. Last week he brought home an Arsenal football for DorkySon, and it wasn’t until a couple of days later that he mentioned it was Robin van Persie that gave it to him.
But it’s not his encounters with well-known people that make for the most interesting stories. I prefer hearing about when he lived at the end of a dirt track in Idaho, or when he worked as a journalist on a small town newspaper, or when he decided to leave everything he knew and move to Scotland. I love his stories about living in The Yellow House, about playing in a band, about road trips across the States. And I love that our house is full of objects that help tell the stories too – harmonicas, and family bibles and wooden cowboys.
I hope that our lives stay interesting. I think they will. I think DorkyDad will always be able to surprise me. We stayed up late last night, and talked about how our life looks right now. “I’m not sure that I’m doing enough,” said DorkyDad. “I spend so much time on trains. I’m not sure that I’m seeing enough of the world or having enough fun.”
“But next month,” he said, “I’m going camping in Mozambique. That’ll be cool.”
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