Marriage Boot Camp

How did he know what to do? How did he know how to relentlessly get under my skin and sit on my nerves. The last thing I wanted to hear but the most important. Yo, I owe crazy respect to my dude for being a true friend in true form. He didn’t want to see me travel a road of perceived failure. He questioned every step of the process. To him, the process was not to be trusted. I must have sounded crazy in my marriage talk as we walked into the gym everyday. This is where Boot Camp commenced on the daily. Boy, those days in the gym managed to build my thick skin and solidify my strength to face the covenant of marriage.

My dude only had the best in mind for me. He saw me. He was always the perfect fit of friendship for every situation I found myself in. Always, he knows what to say to me and how to say it. For that, I am in debt. I could not have imagined an intertwining of friendship that has helped shape me into a father and husband and man. But, how did he know at those early ages? Ahead of the curve, I say.

Summer of @#$% and *&+^, our time at the fitness center was formative. Educational. With a basketball between us, one on one saved me. My dude in my ear on the court was enough to challenge and aggravate me. Again, checking and solidifying my commitment to my future marriage.

I now spread the same advice from those days on the basketball court to my daughter. I almost speak the advice verbatim. But, I’m her father and my delivery cannot be as impressionable as his. I need him to rewind to those days and give those epic soliloquys to Isabella. She will listen. She loves him and the points he makes are always etched into her mind-set and create a new pathway of thinking for her. I want to give her the self-esteem that I somewhat lacked at her age. BTW, June 19th, my wife and I will celebrate 20 years of marriage. The Boot Camp worked, I found my Queen, thank you Bro!