On this day in 1950, a remarkable man was born. He grew up as an only child, but never lost his childlike love of life. He loved sports, from tennis, golf, and baseball to hockey and football. Boats, particularly sailing, became a passion that lasted into his adulthood. Music became a powerful theme in his life, and he played in bands when he went to college. Then he settled down… as much as a man who lives in the moment possibly can. Sometimes deep and brooding, often crass and over-reactionary, this emotional soul has a heart of gold. The father of 4, I met him later in life. We were engaged to be married 5 months later. Being a step-Mom for his children became an immediate learning experience… and an utterly fulfilling portion of my life.
I ended up doing marketing at the company he founded and ran seamlessly for so many years. While this remarkable man had always struck people as successful and utterly independent, I discovered a highly vulnerable person inside. His easy wit and raucous, rippling laughter readily disguised the sensitive and compassionate man within. I learned that he truly needed my love. He needed me.
He works hard. He plays hard. He makes me laugh. He makes me cry. He makes me proud. He frustrates the daylights out of me. But when the chips are down, he stands up. He comes through.
Yes, he is incorrigible. And I laughingly remind friends not to “incorrige” him. But I love him with all my heart. No one is perfect, although he often quips that he is the exception to that rule, but we have been a perfectly splendid duo for 23 years and counting.
Through ups and downs, thick and thin, celebrations and sorrows, I love him. He is mine, and I am his. Please join me in wishing a very Happy Birthday to the man I call my Hubby, Dahlingest, and often Sir Ronald. Happiest Birthday wishes to Ron Martin.
