Dave-the-husband writes, paints, teaches, husbands, fathers, grandfathers and now he is acting again. You can catch him this month in the newly renovated/restored Armory in Brighton with The Platte Valley Players. He starts rehearsals this weekend for his next role as Daddy Warbucks in “Annie ~ The Musical” for Prairie Playhouse Productions.
He says he is shaving his head.
I am shaking mine. I guess I’ll be able to say, “I knew him when…” But he still has to take out the trash.
I have been blogging my head off about Dave turning 50 (which actually happens Monday) all. week. looooong! If a picture is worth a thousand words, then today I’ll keep it short and sweet. Happy Birthday, babe.
Our first kiss was like, fireworks ~ angel choirs ~ intoxicating ~ dizzying. I am sorry to tell you I cannot really let you re-live that moment with Dave and I, for it was ours alone. And to talk about it too much would embarrass our children and probably make you blush, but suffice it to say, once our lips met (and many, many times since), I was thoroughly, head-over-heels, giddy, heart-palpitating, screaming inside, flipped out in-love, forever.
And I remember how he reeled me in and made me a Dave-fan for life. I was serious, untrusting, broken in lots of areas. I was ready to try to hold him at arm’s length and test his love, his loyalty – dare him to try and stay. And he? Would playfully and persistently stay close and relentlessly charm and comfort until he could coax a relaxed smile from me – the one that only came because I knew I could count on him for always.
Happy Valentine’s Day, David Allen Rhoades, the love of my life!
You have been a wonderful friend and lover and husband and now an incredible grandfather, too. I sang you a song for Valentine’s Day (click the link below). In retrospect, I should’ve picked something a little easier, perhaps with more like a 3-note range?… I am definately not “up to” a Broadway tune, but it is done now – for all to know:
I will never leave you. I know you too well (through all of life’s stages) to let you go. My head and heart are full of our memories, our life – things no one else can ever share. I love you, Dave.