The human mind cannot distinguish between something that is actually happening in the present moment and something that either is being recalled from the past or is being imagined for the future. In other words, time is irrelevant. That is powerful information, isn’t it? So many people do not know or understand that, so I feel very lucky that I’ve been privy to this knowledge.
Earlier this morning, as I was driving home from my daily trek to take Dayna to school, I flipped the radio station over to an “oldies” channel. The song playing, “Three Times a Lady,” immediately took me back to a memory of a club where my husband, Billy, and I met and fell in love. The club was in Wichita Falls, Texas, and was called Chapter 11. Many, many nights, he and I would slow dance to that song, lost in dreamy, romantic love. As I heard the song on the radio, I instantly pictured how we looked back then, and I recalled how deep and magical our love for each other was (and still is). I was only 28-years-old then, and when he held me in his arms and our bodies pressed against one another, it felt as if we merged into one being. The lights lowered, the DJ’s voice grew soft, and the song filled the atmosphere of the nightclub with wonder. Our eyes would meet, sparkling with a certain knowing, and he would smile and softly touch my cheek, whispering how much he loved me. He often called me “Lady,” and in fact, on our first date, that was the one word that reached in and captured my heart. I answered, “I love you mostest,” as I nuzzled into the warmth of his chest. Our love story is one most people have a hard time believing, because it was truly a case of love at first sight.
It was mid-August of 1980 when I saw him for the first time since high school. You see, we went to the same school, all those years, but he was 3 years older than I, and WAY out of my league! He was one of the most popular guys in school, and was soooo handsome, every girl in that school dreamed about making him hers. I didn’t even go there…I knew I would only be lost in a sea of clamoring females who were much more beautiful and experienced than I. I was very shy and insecure in myself. I used to watch him with his high school girlfriend–a beautiful, mature teenage girl, and I would think to myself, “She’s so lucky!” I could not have possibly known he would one day be married to me…it seemed unimaginable back then.
That summer night in 1980, however, 10 years after I graduated from high school, was different. I was different! I was finally starting to come into my own. I was out with my ex-husband, that night, which a lot of people found rather odd, but I was definitely feeling quite single. My divorce was new…only about a week old. I had suffered through so many years of pain, in that first marriage, but that was not my focus, any more. I just wanted to know what it would be like to be madly in love with someone who loved me equally. I thought I would take a chance…go out to see if I could spot “Mr. Right.” For many years, a group of us had been going to this club, every weekend, to share company and to dance. I had no plans that weekend, and my ex-husband called to see if I wanted to meet up with him there. I agreed.
I was spinning around on the dance floor to a fast-paced country song, when it happened. Billy and some girl I did not know two-stepped right past my ex and I. The two guys recognized each other and said hello. I couldn’t help myself. I stared at Billy as I asked my ex, “Who is that?” He told me it was Billy, and then I remembered how I used to watch him in high school. In that instant…just like that…I knew. I said to myself, “He’s the one I’ve been waiting for!”
As the song ended, Billy found his way over to our table. There were about 10 of us sitting there, and he asked if he could join us. He had no date, that night, and was merely dancing with a girl he had met at the bar moments earlier. Our eyes locked as he spoke to my ex and I.
“Well, it’s great to see you two are together,” he lied. “I heard you were divorced!”
I quickly spoke up to explain we were divorced, and then I set about on a most devious plan. I quietly sat next to each person at the table, and asked them to go dance for a while. I wanted to be alone with Billy. It took a while, but finally everyone was dancing, except my ex! I encouraged him to go talk to a girl across the room who seemed interested in him. I wasn’t fooling him, though…he knew what I was up to. He called me out, saying, “I know you want to get rid of me so you can talk to Billy.” I didn’t deny it. He was hesitant, but he finally left. Billy saw the opening and came back to join me. Within minutes, he was asking me out, and promised he would call me during the upcoming week. One of the most interesting parts of this story is that Billy was on the verge of moving to Colorado when he decided to come to Chapter 11 that night. He had never been to that particular club before, but was desperately looking for something new. He just wasn’t sure what it was.
The next few weeks were amazing. Neither of us dated anyone else, from that day on. We spent every moment we could find together, wondering why it took so long for us to find each other. I fell madly in love, and was floating around, dazzled and dazed. I was so touched by the compassion and the generosity of his heart. He was not only gorgeous and intelligent, he was strong, supportive, funny and fun. How did I get so lucky? He even took my 4-year-old son with us on our second date! Was this really happening so fast? Could this love be the real thing? It took him 3 weeks to admit he also loved me, but I knew it much sooner. On October 25, 1980, only two months after we met, we were married. No one thought it would last. That was nearly 28 years ago.
Hearing that song, this morning, brought back a flood of wonderful memories. I could feel that bliss again…that magical time when love is fresh and raw. I fell in love again, as I remembered that skinny little blonde girl who spent 6 hours getting ready for that first date with a man destined to become her husband. I remembered how she felt that day…excited, scared, and wonderful, all at once.
I am so blessed and grateful for the love Billy and I have shared. No one can tell me miracles aren’t real.
If you are looking for a wonderful new partner to share your life with, I suggest you put on an old familiar song that reminds you of being in love. Let the music whisk you away into memories of loving someone so much, you can’t stand being apart from him/her. Remember how being in love feels…the intense passion, the longing to share every moment and the inability to keep your hands off each other. Remember the sparkling eyes, the smell and feel of the one you love, and the way you cannot possibly contain your smile and laughter when he/she walks into the room. Do you feel that? Yes…that is how you move mountains and call forth destiny. The fastest way to find your perfect partner is to be in love with him/her right now. And if you have your perfect partner, but you have forgotten what it feels like to be in love, just play that special song and let your imagination believe it is all happening right now. It is.
If you want to win over the girl of your dreams, maybe all you need to do is call her “Lady.” I fell in love with the words of Lionel Ritchie:
Thanks for the times
That you’ve given me.
The memories are all in my mind.
And now that we’ve come
To the end of our rainbow,
There’s something
I must say out loud.
You’re once, twice,
Three times a lady.
Yes, you’re once twice
Three times a lady,
And I love you.
When we are together,
The moments I cherish,
With every beat of my heart.
To touch you, to hold you,
To feel you, to need you,
There’s nothing to keep us apart.
You’re once, twice,
Three times a lady.
And I love you.
I love you.
Billy…I still love you most mostest!
I AM…Jodi
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