Happy Birthday Sean!

I met Sean at a flower shop, his family’s business. When I walked through the doorway for the first time, not only did the beauty of splashy colors steal my breath – so did he.

Charming, handsome, glib and making jokes, all while putting together the most beautiful bundle of flowers a girl could imagine. He was a dream and made my heart go pitter patter.

After spending hundreds of dollars over a relatively short period of time, on weekly bundles of ribbon wrapped flowers lovingly put together by Sean, I came to the realization that even though I had a terrific job with a salary to match, I could not maintain an obsession with flowers while waiting for the perfect moment to talk to him about something beyond the petals.

I would stop by the shop early in the morning when the freshest product was being processed from market, coyly asking if they were open and knowing full well that they were not. I secretly believed that if I bought a big enough bundle of flowers, he might help me carry the ginormous amount of pretty out to the parking lot.

BINGO! It worked.

He lovingly wrapped the bundles and headed straight for the silver Lexus.

“Um no,” I said shyly, “I drive the red pick-up truck.”

He celebrated the truck immediately, making me feel less awkward for not driving the pretty car. “The one with the Texas plates? You like Lyle Lovette?” He asked two questions as though they were one.

I thought to myself, “Yes, I am from Texas, yes, I love Lyle Lovette and yes I love you too.”

Overcome with happiness that he was engaging me deeper in conversation, I did the cheesiest thing ever.

I handed him my business card.

“I’m going to go broke buying so many flowers,” I said, “Why don’t you call me so we can talk over a cup of coffee?”

He took my card and went inside the store to collect the rest of my flowers. UGH! It was the longest 40 seconds ever. I stewed in my own quiet, berating myself for being so forthright.

He returned with the rest of the flowers, romantically wrapped in brown paper and tied with a green silk ribbon, thanked me for the card and immediately let me know that he was in the aftermath of an ending relationship.

Honest and direct – now I REALLY love him!

“Well, are you happy?” I asked.  I’d already been bold, it was time for the gold.

“Well, not exactly.” he said.

I found my voice right behind my gumption. The feisty spirit in me was not going to let this one go. I looked him in the eyes and said, “Well, life is too short. If things change, give me a call.”

Feeling like a Texas sized dork, yet entirely liberated all the same, I knew in my heart I did what was right.

You can’t find out how deep the water is if you don’t go in.

Sean is a gentleman and the perfect man.  He is as true as the sky is blue, his work ethic is relentless, he knows how to emotionally connect, he writes from the heart, and his integrity is unwavering.

He called me two weeks later after he took care of some “unfinished business” and we logged in a good 60 hours of phone conversation before we had our first date. We talked so long the first night that the battery died on my cordless and I had to run to the corner pay phone to squeeze in another hour of conversation before the sun rose.

I knew I loved him when we said good bye that night. I knew he would be my best friend and the father of my children.  I was confident that life was too short to spend another moment without him by my side.

Saturday was his birthday. I am grateful to Margaret and Joe for bringing me the miracle that is Sean Michael.

I am giddy and thankful to have a best friend with whom I can make more miracles happen. Every day is a gift when you live with Sean, and just like David Wright said, “ Sean is so happy he farts sunshine.”

It’s true. Happy Birthday Sean, you are my angel on earth and the best Dad in all the land. Thank you for calling me and making life sweeter with your presence and words.

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