Thursday, July 5, 2012

Someone you can count on


Last weekend we were camping up at Algonquin Provincial Park. I took a nap one afternoon while everyone else in the family went over to a nearby river to play in the waterfall. Dave and Sam cycled and Angus and his girlfriend, Jaylene, walked. The walk was a little much for Jaylene, who had a sore foot so Angus asked Dave if he would mind getting the Jeep and driving back to pick up himself and the limping Jaylene.

"Sure," said Dave. He and Sam cycled back to our campsite and then drove back to the spot where he had told Angus and Jaylene to wait for him.

They weren't there. Dave waited for half an hour, worried sick about what could have happened to them. It turned out Angus had decided to walk back, through the forest trail instead of on the road.

I couldn't understand why he would have done that, when it was him who asked for the ride in the first place, so I asked and I asked and I couldn't get a straight answer. Finally he said, "I wasn't sure he'd be there."

So I told him, you can always count on Dave.

Always.

He will never let you down.

If he makes a promise to you, he will keep it.

Just lately he has proven that to me again. And again. He stands by me no matter what. He sticks up for me when it's necessary and even when it's not. He is my backbone, when I have none. He hugs me when I need a hug, wipes my tears, tells me it's all going to be fine.

We were out for a motorcycle ride the other night and I was hanging on to his strong back, enjoying the cool evening air rushing by, the soothing rumble of the engine and the verdant summer scenery and I felt such incredible trust in this man. Such safety.

I realized that if our bike broke down, he would fix it. That we would never be stranded. That the bills would always be paid. That he would always have my back. That he would always be my best friend, and that he would always love me.

Don't tell me I'm lucky. I know. I really, really know.

And those roses? He bought them for me last week. :)

30 comments:

  1. He's the man we all aspire to be as husbands.

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  2. Awww how sweet!!! It's funny but I never felt like I could count on my now ex-h to be there for me. If I asked for help he always hemmed and hawed. One night I was deathly ill, and rather than drive me to the hospital at 2 am, he called a cab b/c he had to get up for work in a few hours. I was alone and scared in the ER, till 11 am, when I had to take a cab home finally. At least I can count on my boyfriend.

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    1. Really??? JoJo, I have a story with my first husband that was almost exactly like yours. (Plus a whole bunch of other unreliable stories about my ex) Aren't you glad we have reliable partners now? It means so much, especially when we're used to the other sort! Good for you! (Good for us both.)

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  3. .....if my OH posed like that I'd be thinking - what's he done now? ;-p

    Seriously, Cathy, I think you and I are both lucky to have men in the 'dependable' department!

    :-)

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    1. LOL!!!! (no kidding, eh? - actually I MADE him pose like that!!!)

      Yes, we are lucky indeed.

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  4. It's awesome that you have someone like that in your life :)

    I'm so glad you enjoyed the book! Would you mind doing a short review and rating for Amazon (both versions of the book) and Goodreads?

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  5. That's so sweet. And I'm sure he feels exactly the same about you! Well, minus the part about fixing the bike....

    karen

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    1. Yes, I'm rather useless in that regard, I am afraid... Really I am just an ornament around here and not a very fancy one either...

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    2. Maybe not fancy, but priceless....
      karen

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  6. We who have our very best friend at our side day in and out are way more then lucky. Way to go Dave !!!

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  7. Nothing is better than having someone you can count on. Lucky girl.

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    1. So true Clarissa. We find our mates in the heat of romance but it's only until the initial passion cools that we discover who we're really with. Lucky all of us to have found someone who really has our backs.

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  8. I hope Angus just couldn't fess up to screwing up. In any event, he's learned about a person's word. Yep, a keeper.

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  9. He's a good'un! My Mommeh knew she would marry my dad when he was teaching her to drive and she accidentally hit a parked car in the parking lot. It was a really embarrassing accident! When the lady came out and said "HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?" he didn't say "I was teaching her to drive" or "she did it" he just said "we'll take care of it" and exchanged information.

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    1. Awwwww, that is so nice. (But then did he drive from then on??? heh - kidding!)

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  10. Sounds like a keeper to me, Cathy.

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    1. Ayuh, I have him duct taped to the bed post. Not letting him go at all!

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  11. What a lovely post! What a lovely man! ^_^

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    1. I know! And he's cute too! And he buys flowers! And he changes the kitty litter! And he cooks! (But not as well as you Helen, oh dazzling goddess of the kitchen)

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  12. Did BootCamp kick Angus's ass? lmao!!! Great story! Thanks Dave for making Cathy a very happy girl again!

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    1. OMG, he SHOULD have! He was pretty pee-ohed about the whole thing but managed to refrain from putting his bootprint on Gus's arse. I still don't know WHAT he was thinking.

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