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Contest: Why Do You Love Him (or Her)?

He (or she) has stuck by you through thick and thin, so here's your chance to profess your undying love and affection. And to kick things off, I share a little about Mr. Denise.

My significant other, whom I affectionately call "Mr. Denise," is a bit shy when it comes to me talking about him publicly. So we made a pact, and I seek his approval before such things happen. I respect his wishes, ask and usually get the OK. That's what you do when someone you love isn't quite as enthusiastic about being all "out there" in print as you are.

Mr. Denise and I have been together long enough to have seen our children "graduate" from elementary school, junior high, and high school (almost for my kid). When we met, we were in the same place. We had both been married and divorced, both had a kid that we adored, we'd both spent a lot of time figuring out what went wrong, and we had both worked on refocusing our purpose and direction in our lives. He was finishing up a computer degree when I met him and driving a Lemans with hubcaps that were probably more expensive than his car. I had just finished my bachelor's degree and was a few years into my journalism career.  We didn't make a lot of money, but there was (and still is) an undeniable connection between us.

When I got laid off from my job a few years ago, he was understandably skeptical of me going back to grad school, but he realized the value of me doing that and he supported me. He challenged me to do research on what I needed to learn to get a job. I thought that was fair. And after I started school, there were times that I wanted to quit because things were getting difficult, but he didn't tell me the things I wanted to hear. He said (and in the most diplomatic and loving way) that I needed to get my ego out of the equation and figure it out. After pouting for a bit, I realized he was right and I set to the task of seeking more help. And, I ended up getting a 3.6 GPA.

So that's why I call "Mr. Denise" sweetheart, because he gets me. He understands my shortcomings (that I'm horrible a horrible housekeeper), but he doesn't hold it against me... he encourages me, just as I encourage him.

So, I'm interested in why you call your honey sweetheart. Write 100 words or less on why your sweetheart is the bee’s knees and upload the story/photo to this page. We'll pick the top five and have everyone vote on their favorite. If you win, your sweetheart will get serenaded by the Horlick High School Choir and handed a rose on Feb. 14.

patchreader 123 January 30, 2012 at 10:01 PM
D: What an absolutely wonderful and refreshing post (I can't take recall-related posts any longer)! Great photos, too. My best to you and "Mr. D." Thanks again.
James R Hoffa January 30, 2012 at 10:05 PM
What a great contest - I only wish I had a significant other to write about!
Denise Lockwood January 30, 2012 at 10:58 PM
I thought you guys might get a kick out of this.
Denise Lockwood January 30, 2012 at 11:03 PM
Don't worry... I've got some different stuff planned.
Heather Rayne Geyer January 31, 2012 at 07:23 PM
I can be loud, brash and opinionated too I can be sloppy and cranky just to name a few My tummy is larger and my skin less taught Bikinis again will surely not be bought He tells me I'm pretty and look just the same And even if he's lying, insecurities he'll tame We both have our good and our bad junk too And we stick together because that's what ya do I sure ain't no picnic, no walk on the beach But he sticks around anyway and calls me a peach So I think I will keep him, for another 10 years And just to be safe, stock the fridge with cold beers
James R Hoffa February 02, 2012 at 04:59 AM
@Denise - I love your write-up and the pics - very nice!
James R Hoffa February 02, 2012 at 05:02 AM
@HRG - Is this an HRG original? Pretty slick! Also lovin the pics! Hope everything is going well for you :-)
Heather Rayne Geyer February 06, 2012 at 09:04 PM
Yes, Hoffa. Otherwise I would most certainly give credit. Thank you very much!
mau February 06, 2012 at 10:09 PM
Today I will marry my best friend. The one I laugh with, live for, dream with, Love. This was on our wedding invitation 32 years ago. We promised to be best friends and not let anyone or anything get between us, not children, not family, not friends. It hasn't always been easy, and there were some rough years, but so far we have succeeded.
Denise Lockwood February 06, 2012 at 10:39 PM
Love that MAU! Congratulations!
Shannon Bardega February 06, 2012 at 10:57 PM
My husband and I have been together for 18 yrs. We have been married for 13 of those! We have been through many ups and downs but thru it all he has been there to make me smile thru the tears and laugh so hard I cry!! We have 3 wonderful kids and our oldest is going to college this fall...she is 17 yrs old..thats how old we were when we got pregnant with her and we wouldnt change a thing!! He's truly my best friend!!!
Denise Lockwood February 11, 2012 at 09:54 PM
Noting that you haven't posted one...
GearHead February 13, 2012 at 06:46 PM
I like your poem! You've figured out that guys, like dogs, are most easily trained by keeping in mind they are food (beer) motivated. Good job :)
Heather Rayne Geyer February 13, 2012 at 06:55 PM
LOL Thank you very much. I appreciate that. Luckily, I am a pretty good cook too...so maybe it can mask my annoyances for a long time :)

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