I was in the middle of making a cappuccino when I first
noticed her. I saw her
there, leaning against a wall,
me from off to my right. She was attractive, with the shortest hair I'd
seen on a girl in a long
I would have made some
But I was focused on
the foam just right.
She tells the prequel to
She says she saw the back of my head from across a crowded room, and
said to herself "He's the one.". She says later, when she saw what I
blazer, Levis, brown
boots), it was confirmed. Whatever it was that was to come between us,
she intuited it long before I did.
crossed often after that. My attraction grew. She was the kind of
person who pushed back,
when I engaged with her, I knew there was someone there -
not just as an assertive
she was muscled too. Her body was strong. Her choice of wardrobe
showcased her musculature. It was very tastefully done.
One evening as we were about to go our separate
I suggested "Pizza?" to which she agreed. We
to her car to drive to Domino's. What I saw,
me in my tracks. Many California license plates' formats are a number,
followed by three letters, then three more numbers. The three letters
of her Ford Tempo's license plate were my initials
(Laurence Guy Platt),
I'd seen my initials on a license plate. Was it a sign? I
tried not to make it
I hugged her (I
meanreally hugged her), that is to say the first
I hugged her more than just a
she whispered in my ear "I'm a good
If I wasn't already
now I wanted in - bigtime.
It was partly because
(ie the idea of
was high on my priorities, but mostly because she had the verve ie the
elan to come out with it and say it explicitly.
We planned a vacation in Maui, Hawai'i together. I was returning from a
and would meet her at Kahului airport when she arrived from California.
She flew in on the now defunct TWA (Trans
World Airlines), her arrival serenaded by the
Hawai'ian trade winds. When she disembarked, she had one hand on her
head, holding on to the pork pie
she stylishly wore, to prevent it from blowing away. The snapshot of
that scene doesn't require hardcopy. It's indelibly etched in my
memory. She was
to see me. I knew something big was starting. And I was eager to be a
part of whatever it was.
In the night, I would
and turn towards her,
There was a sense of belonging, a sense of knowing I was in the right
place. Sometimes she would
see me lying there looking at her, and
"What?", to which I smiled and replied "Shhh!", touching her forehead
gently with my
until she closed her
and went back to
she would reach out for me, just wanting to be held - that was
They were special
I don't know when, I realized the edges of all those special
had run like colors and blurred together creating a
24 / 7 / 365
You could, I suppose, say that about anyone. I could indeed say that
about all the others.
But she wasn't like all the others. She was different. She was the one
who became the mother of
my three children.