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Posted by sunnica Mon Jun 9, 2008 13:44:40 PDT
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We love baseball, so sometimes my husband and I find ourselves at games where our son isn't playing, as was the case recently at Stockdale High School.

Always wearing my editor's cap, I left our spot along the right field fence in the 7th inning to get photos of the winning Mustangs.  My son, Jarret, followed me, and we stood close enough to get the victorious Mustangs celebrating after the last out.

I got busy talking and taking photos, so I never made it back to our little campsite.  Before long, my husband made his way through the throng of happy spectators and found us. He was carrying three chairs, a blanket, an empty Starbucks cup... and my purse.

My purse shouldn't be considered a woman's handbag.  Its size and contents easily classify it as more of a piece of luggage—of the "Ma'am this is too heavy, you'll have to check it" variety. It's a regular bag of tricks: At a photo shoot at work, the photographer needed a prop and asked anyone if they had a deck of cards. Yeah, right!  Who would have a deck of cards at work?  Look no further; I had a deck of cards in my purse. 

It's like that.

My husband is no small man.  At 6'3 and over 200 lbs., he sticks out in most crowds.  On this day, though, he was a spectacle for another reason: Over his muscular shoulder hung a huge knock-off version of a Dooney & Bourke black, white, and red giraffe print bag. You've seen them—they are very recognizable and stick out like a sunburn.

I noticed immediately, and my heart softened.  I was right in the middle of introducing Jarret to a NorCal scout, but in the back of my mind my husband's carefree nonchalance was making me thank God again that I had such foresight in marrying him, because it wasn't just that he was holding my purse—he was wearing it!

A man secure enough in his masculinity to wear a woman's handbag is a gem of the rarest sort.  If a man will do that for his wife, what else will he do—for life? 

I had to savor the moment, so I didn't ask for my purse until after we had said hello to a few more families and were in Stockdale's parking lot.  Luckily, our son was watching the purse exchange and witnessed my gratitude.

"See what a real man does?" I said to Jarret.

And to this 'real man' I am eternally grateful for all the purses he's held, the diapers he's changed, the dinners he's made, and the pink headbands he placed on our daughters during infancy because he knew how important it was to me.

Happy Father's Day.

 

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Comment From: Golddigger

Hello Dana This is very cute and made me smile. You have a certain ability to capture golden moments of everyday life. Hi from Marianne in Denmark