My phone rang last night around 10:30 PM. I knew it had to be one of the kids. I tried calling my daughter about an hour earlier but didn’t get an answer. On the other end of the line was my daughter’s frantic voice, “MOM! We just had an earthquake!”
Oh dear, my imagination took off in a devastating direction. Are you ok? Is David ok? Yes, and yes. After getting all of the logistics out of the way, (it was a 5.0, they were nearly at the epicenter, it originated 8.4 miles below the earth’s surface, people were frantically running out of their apartment building and into the courtyard) my daughter finally got to the good stuff.
She was in the shower stark naked with shampoo on her hair when she heard the rumbling noise of the earth cracking all around her and then she felt the trembling of her entire apartment building. She screamed. Petrified, she kept screaming and jumped out of the shower. David, her husband, who was sitting quietly in the living room, heard her screams and here is where it starts to get funny. He also hears a rumbling noise, but being from the Midwest and having spent a good deal of his life around the Chicago area, he doesn’t put two and two together to come up with an earthquake. He hears his wife screaming and hears the rumbling noise and is sure an intruder is running up the staircase to get them. With his eyes on the front door of their apartment, he readies himself in fight mode.
My daughter tells me she wrapped herself up in a towel, hair still sudsy and made her way out to their living room. There, she sees her husband, feet spread in a fighting stance and arms spread wide waiting for whoever he thinks is out there to come crashing through their door. By this time, of course, she has finally stopped screaming and is now laughing hysterically at the sight of her husband ready to protect her. He spies her staring at him in laughter and realizes his mistake, “I heard you screaming and I didn’t want anyone to hurt you, Paige.”
I love this man! I love that his first thought was to protect my daughter. I love the picture in my mind’s eye of him ready to take on the world for her. I know he could do it too. This is a man who exercises his fingers (I kid you not!). This is a man who built a rock climbing apparatus in his dorm room at the University of Illinois. This is a man whose abs gave me pause the first time I hugged him when he was dating my daughter. Brains and brawn! Thank you, David, for loving my little girl!
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