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About The Senator's Wife

I started this blog on a whim thinking it would be fun to write about politics while my husband served in the OK State Senate. The jury's still out on that, but having a front row seat on the sideline of Oklahoma politics has been one big adventure.

September

“Do you remember, the 24th day of September…”
That would be a pirated version of the Earth, Wind and Fire song the Senator and I love so much. We l-o-v-e this song because it is so….so…well, reminiscent of our youth?  Maybe that is a stretch, but it sure makes for fun dancing music.  The Senator and I have other reasons to love this song however, in that the title is September!  The month we got hitched!  Who cares if we amend the date a little bit each time we hear it, right?
I love this photo of our wedding for many reasons, but the best is what you don’t see in the picture. Aside from the big grin and wide smiles on our glowing face, while we were strolling down the aisle and out of the church the Senator had a little wardrobe mishap.  Yes, the vest he was wearing under his jacket decided it would fly the coop and pop off.  Bing, just like that, and timed its release right at the moment this terrific photo was being taken.  
To make this much more of a dilemma, it would be our FAVORITE photo from the wedding ceremony. A trauma for which the Senator’s mother-in-law had never seen the likes.  Trauma, because this happened waaay before the digital age and it was not like our fab photographer, Mr. Dinsmore, would able to select the next one in the series of 500 matching shots for us to choose.  No, this was it.  The only photo and our particular favorite.
Well, the Senator’s mother-in-law assured us this problem was quite fixable and had that “fab” photographer prove his “fabness” by asking him to delicately airbrush the very white and shining star of the photo, the strap to the Senator’s vest, right out of the picture.  Which is why this is my most favorite pic of them all.  Aside from the fact that I was now the Mrs. Senator and a very, very happy one to boot.
I dare ya to look for the strap.  Airbrushing was an art form in 1994. 


This next photo is the Senators favorite.  I don’t know why – other than it says “we are outta here”!

My sweet, sweet cousin caught that bouquet I was so intent on sending in her direction.  Soon after our wedding, she ended up marrying the guy she was dating and now they have four children.  Love that.  I also love this next one….from the honeymoon series.

Paris. Paris. Paris.


Cannes. Cannes. Cannes.  No explanation needed!

And, a little treat just for you Senator, on this very special most wonderful day!

Love, from the Mrs.

1994

Fifteen years ago on this very evening…

I was about to become a Senator’s wife. Although, he wasn’t yet a Senator.  Not even close. Just a businessman, community volunteer and from the looks of this picture a hunk-a hunk-a burning love man.

And that hair!  Oh that hair. Mine, not his of course!  Whatever was I thinking?  This was 1994 yet I look to be still stuck in 1985.  Does anyone wear bangs these days? Did they back then? 
I have fond memories from the night before our BIG wedding day fifteen years ago.  The Senator’s mother hosted a lovely dinner for us, hence the formal attire, and lots of our friends and family gathered to help us celebrate.
I remember being overwhelmed at the kindness they offered in the form of best wishes, words of congratulations and silly, obnoxious toasts.  What is it with the pre-wedding toasts when all of your very dear and closest friends, friends who are like family, feel compelled to let every skeleton out of the closet?  Not sure I ever got that.  Anyway, our friends began appearing several days before our wedding to help us celebrate and it is their friendship and the memories of those last few remaining hours before my life would change forever that linger. 
It’s safe to say that the last fifteen years have been one heck of an awesome ride. Thank you Senator!
 

Reminiscing…

Seven years ago today the Senator won his party’s nomination for state Senate coming out of a heated six way primary and spirited run-off election.  I really only remember this exact date because we worked like dogs to get him across that finish line, I lost five pounds, and my precious adopted Godson was born.  All on this very day, September 17th back in 2002.
Isn’t it funny what you remember?  People from my parents generation remember where they were when Kennedy was shot or what they were doing when Elvis died.  All of my peers can recall specific details from the morning when the Twin Towers went down.
Me….  I remember elections.

And, of course this little cutie who was born seven years ago today!

He belongs to my BFF Pioneer Woman.

I remember the specific moment she called to tell me he was born. I had spent the entire morning driving to all the polling places in the Senator’s district checking on the voter turn out. Let me explain.  At your polling place, the voting machines have a number on the front that indicates how many people have cast their ballots.  Most campaigns keep track of how many potential voters there are in that precinct, and how many voted in the last election so this information can be extremely helpful.  Anyway, voter turn out is typically low in run-off elections and we were carefully monitoring our get-out-the-vote efforts.
Actually, I just needed a way to pass the time so “I” was carefully monitoring our get-out-the-vote efforts.  The Senator was on the phone actually “getting out the vote”.
I will never forget as I was driving from the north part of town out to the west part of town when PW called to tell me they had just birthed a son.  This was a BIG deal, only because they already had two precious baby girls, they lived on a ranch and her rancholicious-hard working overly loaded with testosterone husband REALLY wanted a boy. You know, to skirt child labor laws and such.  Not really…  and I keep telling her that I am officially, unofficially adopting him as my Godson.
She thinks I’m crazy.  I think he is a heart breaker.
Happy Birthday B-Man!  Come back and see us sometime real soon.