Thursday, May 16, 2013

Gettin' Old Eric Turns 55

THURSDAY, MAY 16, 2013

Gettin' Old Eric Turns 55



I have no regrets marrying this guy. However, he gets relentlessly teased by our Family for a few things. He cannot tell a story--my mind gets terribly scrambled when he starts to tell one of "his" stories. The story usually begins in the middle, with a few of "then he .... and it went over there...." by the time he is done with the story, none of us have any idea what was just said. Another annoying thing he gets constantly teased about is how he eats his popcorn at a movie theatre, NO ONE wants to sit next to him, he's loud and shovels it in his mouth like it's his last meal--I can live with this, no problem--over the 30+ years I've known this guy I have not met anyone who does not love him, have never heard a curse word come out of his mouth, and he does not gossip but finds the good in people--thank you to his parents Viola and Ray Williams for instilling those qualities in him.

When I first met Eric, it was not love at first sight. We met at an ASU single dance. Brent Stapley (who I really liked) introduced us, we danced, Brent went off to BYU and married the love of his life Julie then Eric and I continued to date and eventually marry. The night I came home from our 1st official date, my mom asked me, "so, what did you think of this guy?"  I said, "he's OK; I really like his family, though"

As time passed and we dated regularly, I began seeing what everyone else saw. This great man wanted nothing more than to please his parents and Family. He had a great love for his mother and father. Over the next 3 years, as we dated, his mother became the most significant influence in my life. Year after year, when we did not get engaged on birthdays or holidays, I began to question whether this was right for me. I will never forget a Christmas when Vi (erics mom) set me down and told me how much she loved me and that she could see the sadness I was feeling but told me not to give up on Eric. I was given a blessing, and I knew this was what I should do, but still, it was frustrating. We got engaged that year on Christmas day. The date was set for April 28.  Vi went into the hospital in February and passed away 10 days later. One day while visiting her, she was asleep and sat straight up, stared me in the eye, and said, "no matter what happens to me, promise me you and Eric will get married."

We did, and we have experienced a lot of trials and hardships through the years, but with all of it, we have truly become best friends. He was deeply compassionate when I was diagnosed with cancer and has continued to be my biggest fan and cheerleader during this fight.

I love you, Eric, and I hope you love your Birthday--Paris, here we come.

6 COMMENTS:

Kiersten Hart said...

Oh, I just love Eric! Such a sweetie! Can't wait to catch up with you guys when we move back xxx

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Unknown said...

Hi Monya.

So good to hear from you on my blog. You are such a good person. Dan, Mae, and I truly treasure your friendship and learn from your example. Rarely have I known someone of so much faith.

Have fun in Paris, and I hope you and your luggage find each other.

Nan

Anonymous said...

I am happy that you appreciate what a rare man you married. Best wishes for many more years together.

Becky said...

How lucky you are to have Eric as your husband we sure love him and his Family.

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