Actually Cupid shot me years before but it wasn’t until 91’ when I realized this wasn’t infatuation but love. I first met Ed when I was thirteen, or so. He was four years older than me so his interest in me was slim to none. A few years later, I still thought he was cute and started to “chase” him. This is my mother and sister-in-laws’ descriptive of my pursuit. At fifteen, Ed of course is still four years older than me but my parents would let us do things as a group. Miniature golf, the movies, and heading off to the beach with at least three to four other people were classified as “going out”. A phrase that in itself makes me laugh, we didn’t really go anywhere, and we were never alone.
Fast forward a few years. A college sophomore, no serious boyfriend and I learn Ed has been assigned to leave for Desert Storm. My heart falls to my knees. Of course we haven’t seen each other in a couple years yet I had already told a couple of my friends (at age 15), “I’m going to marry that Ed Buske character.” Everyone laughed except Von who responded with, “When do you plan on telling him?” We both laughed. It was this same friend who delivered the news Ed was leaving the following week. He can’t die; he is going to be the father of my children!
By the time I worked up the nerve to stop at his house and see him before he left, he was already gone. Von got his address for me and I sat down and drafted him one long letter. The biggest shock, he wrote back! And we continued to write for his entire tour, with each of these letters snuggly tucked away in the attic. Shh…he saved all of mine too! I saw them one day when I was organizing the attic; with tears I tucked them back in his duffle. He is a secret romantic.
Ed returned home safely and for our first date we went to the Oswego movie theater and then walked at Breitbeck Park. We talked, laughed, and simply held each other’s hand all night. It was great. Heidi adored him and said one day we would have a daughter “just like her”. Ugh… The rest as they say…is history.
Today’s song was the one his sister sang for us at our wedding. And yes, we do live in a little house, lol, and we wouldn’t have it any other way.
Lisa M Buske
P.O. Box 323