The Strawbridges are not a cowboy people. When this photo was taken, we were visiting a friend this summer who has horses and thought it would be fun to give it a whirl and it definitely was. But now that we are in Texas, don’t expect a lot of these horse and Strawbridge candid photos; no, I don’t have boots and a hat yet either.
I was thinking, on this rainy day, that I have written about some of my family, and I think you know who Matthew is, but I want to introduce you to my favorite (only) son. March 26, 1982, was the best day of my life, and I’ve had some pretty good days. But, oh, man, this was a great day! I had been married briefly before Paul found me and swept me off my feet. Because I had tried to get pregnant before, I assumed something was wrong and it wasn’t meant to be. He was conceived after a James Taylor concert…how cool is that!?…Sweet Baby James and Sweet Baby Matthew…and our lives were forever changed. Mom died when he was two, complications of multiple sclerosis, and my mother-in-law stepped in to help this first time mom. I was lucky to be able to stop working for a little over a year and stay home with him. Paul had his first teaching job and we moved away from Jonesboro during that time. When my old job became available and the boss asked me to come back, we returned and Lucille <mil> was the best Grandmother ever. While he was a baby, she came to our house every weekday and as he toddlerized, I took him to Grandmother’s. He absolutely adored her. She was a bird lover, a gardener, a kind woman and a woman who was always reading and never stopped learning. She shared her heart and these gifts with Matthew and me and after Granddaddy died, she even learned to drive a car and they were mobile and had many adventures. In the summers, Paul’s older sisters would drive from Michigan to get Grandmother and Matthew and take them back to visit, but along the way, they stopped at museums of every kind and a favorite stop of his was the Shedd Aquarium in Chicago.
He grew to be a little boy, teenager and young man that Paul and I were/are so proud of. He followed in his Dad’s footsteps and played trombone in band through high school and music was his major in college, but he has taken graduate psychology courses as well. He’s applying for nursing school and I know he will excel. He works at a rehab facility and is a favorite there. It’s that kind Strawbridge heart.
When I’m asked about where I’ll be living in the Lone Star State and answer in a big house with Matthew, Andrea and Jaryd, I sometimes get that question mark look. Matthew and Andrea asked me to move here first before I even considered it. After spending two months in San Marcos sine last winter, I found that I really liked the area and decided, why not! I am happy and feel more content than I have in a long time, and it’s because of them. They made my birthday last week a whopper and I knew as we sat at the table having birthday lunch with Matthew, Andrea and her parents, I was in the right place.
He loves Jaryd, Andrea’s nine year old son, and Jaryd loves him. Did I mention, Matthew will even go with me to yarn shops?! Keeper!!
This is just a peek at how cool, kind, smart, interesting and fun my son is to be around. I am so grateful to have him in my life. I love my Boo Boo Bear (don’t tell him I said that boo boo bear part, please)!