Scott and I started dating when we were 15 years old. Mom and Scott instantly loved each other. He spent countless hours at our house. He would ask me in the school cafeteria, “What’s for dinner?!” Hahaha, he was obsessed with mom’s cooking! She was just plain obsessed with all things Scott. He could do NO wrong in her eyes!
She honestly thought that he was one of the cutest guys in the world. Yes, he is tall dark and handsome…but, she saw much more in him. She saw his patience, his gentle spirit, his goofy personality, his full acceptance and love for me, she saw his quiet demeanor, his genuine heart, and his pure joy of being part of our family. In fact, their love for each other is a major reason why Scott and I had such a strong connection!
He spent numerous weekends at our beach house and went on summer vacations to Garner State Park. All along, mom treated Scott like one of her own. In her opinion…she was really going to miss ME if we broke up! She was keeping Scott! Mom was often our 3
rd wheel. The three of us went out to eat a lot, got ice cream, went bowling, shopping, watched movies, and even had our own “singing competitions!” Scott and I grew up together in high school, and we grew up with my mom as part of both of our cores!
Then, Scott and I headed off to LSU. This is when me and mom’s relationship soared to a new level. We were best friends! We talked at least 5 times a day…and this was before texting days! We talked when we woke up, while walking to class, when we were bored, while driving, of course- when anything big or little happened, and we talked every single night to say goodnight. Mom and I completed each other’s day.
When Mom got sick...Scott and I realized that we weren't the typical "high school sweethearts!" We were each others other half. We relied on each other for everything and relationship grew when mom got sick! Many college weekends, Mardi Gras breaks, Fall breaks, Spring breaks, Summer…we went straight to mom every chance we got! Scott hurt so bad because I was hurt, but he was even more hurt and scared about mom’s future! He was not “my support” because he needed support as much as I did. Like I said, their love was rare! So, we buckled in and rode that damn roller coaster ride together! We fought, cried, laughed, worried, talked a lot, and researched for that “miracle cure!” It’s funny how bad times can either tear you apart or bring you closer…this awful time made us realize that we were going to be together forever!
