SAY WHATTTT

I have been having a hard time as of lately thinking of things to write about on my blog. I think I will save my wife's suggestion of Adysessus the epic of Adam Soyars fpr another time. I feel like writing about relationships. I wonder how to completely different people fall for each other.

I am going to start with my parents. Here is a little back story. My mother was born in Danville, VA. She graduated from GW high school. She got her undergrad at Stradford College in Danville as well. She then took on a bold adventure and decided to go to grad school in Arizona. With out knowing a single person in Arizona she picked up and moved. She finished her masters in Sociology and began working on her PHD. She finished her PHD after having me which is very commendable. She was a hippy by all means.

My dad was born in Columbus, Ohio. His real father abandoned him and his sister when he was young. They along with my Grandmother moved around many time lived with another man where his second sister showed up to eventually be adopted by my Grandma's third husband Bill Sells. Bill Sells was a very strict father to him. In many ways I think my dad resented that due to the hippy era my dad was growing up in. My dad never finished high school (though he later got a GED).My dad was a hippy in 60's and 70's in every respect. He did many things like being a roadie for many popular bands. He served in Vietnam (by force, not by choice). He met a woman in California, eloped in Las Vegas and had my half sister. He was divorced soon after that. After all his travels he and his family ended up in Arizona.

So we have a high school drop out and a PHD candidate. These two meet in a bar in Mesa Arizona and the rest is history. The started dating, soon moved in together, and then a little something unexpected happened. Me!My parents never decided to get married. My mom really doesn't believe in marriage especially for the reason of having a child. They stayed together for 16 years before separating.

This information is a little random, as it might sound. My point is that two people from two different parts of the world, with two different backgrounds fall in love. My mom is a Doctor in sociology and my dad had a GED. My mom is responsible with money and doesn't indulge in drugs. My dad was irresponcible and terrible with money.He also had a drug problem. So two different people in love. It is funny how it works out. I wonder sometime what my mom saw in my dad. My dad did have one great thing going for him. His personality. Everybody who met him loved him. He could talk to anyone and did quite often. I guess what it comes down to is my parents connected on a whole different level than just the educational, social levels. The fell for each other not for the reasons different for others. Some marry for money. My parents had none. Some marry because they are the same people. My parent were opposites. Some marry because of pregnancy. My parents did not. Some marry. My parents did not. I think their love must have been something bigger than labels and society's cookie cutter idea of love.

So when I look at my marriage what do I see. I see two people from two different back grounds, and from two different parts of the earth. I see an English teacher and an accountant. I see two people who grew up very different. I see almost opposites. I see in us the love I saw in my parents. I see two people who have connected in a way that is indescribable. We married, not because of money. Not because of babies, or because we were so compatible. We married because of our not so cookie cutter love. Our love has no label and I wouldn't have it any other way.