As I mentioned in my last post, my first husband, Charlie, passed away when I was 28, leaving me to raise our six-year-old daughter, Wendi, and 4-year-old son, Justin. He had a daughter from his first marriage who had lost her mother in a car wreck when she was 12. She was 16 when her daddy died. She calls me “Mom” and I love her dearly. She and her family moved to Kentucky and I rarely see them anymore. I can’t begin to tell you how much they’re missed.
I remarried a couple of times between the time Charlie died and I married my current husband, Wayne, but things didn’t work out. Who would have guessed that the man I would end up with is none other than my first husband’s cousin and someone I had known for 20+ years. We dated for four months, got married, and have been happy together going on 17 years. He makes me laugh…a lot! He has three children, so that brings our total number of “babies” to six. He treats my children as if they were his own. He’s “Pops” to my daughters, “Dad” to my son, and our 13 grandchildren and 4 great grands call him “PopPop!” I know Charlie would approve…I know he would be so proud of the amazing people our babies have grown up to be!!