A Sugar Momma Mystery

May 21, 2016

Joe cleaned out the long closet, the storage place that holds everything we don’t need often. Suitcases. Baby crib. Christmas tree. Lesson plans from when I taught high school (2000-2005). You know, the catch-all place.

He just came into the bedroom where I was folding clothes. He held some of my many idea notebooks.

“I’m making a box just for all your ideas and old stories,” he explained, “so you can have them all together.”

“Good idea. Thanks.”

“You’re going to be a full-time writer now. It’ll be fun to go back through all this and get inspired again.” A hopeful glimmer in his eyes made me smile.

Just a little earlier when we were musing about fat beach houses, I said, “One of us is going to have to make a lot more money.”

“It’ll be you,” he said. “Now that you’ll be a full-time writer, it’s going to take off. You’ll be my sugar momma.”

“I’d love to be your sugar momma, but what if it doesn’t happen?” I replied.

“You’re following your dream. I’m proud of you no matter what,” he said.

Days later, I was in the garage looking for something and stumbled on this box.

Whether or not I'll ever see real writing success, well, that's a mystery. How much I love Joe, though, isn't.

If you have someone in your life like this - and I hope you do - cling to him or her like a life preserver.

"Husbands, go all out in your love for your wives… Everything he does and says is designed to bring the best out of her."

Ephesians 5:27-33 The Message (MSG)