My dear husband, Phil, just celebrated a four-year anniversary and Natalie and I couldn’t be happier. Here is a little background…
When Phil and I started dating, he was a smoker – a pack a day smoker – something I hated, but was willing to overlook, for the time being. As we continued dating, and I started to like him more and more each day, it became clear that I was going to either have to break it off with Phil, or he was going to have to break the smoking habit.
So one night, after one-too-many cocktails, I told Phil that I no longer wanted to date a smoker. That I didn’t see any point in continuing a relationship with a person who was going to keep killing themselves one puff at a time. I even went so far as to say, “I want you to be around to walk our daughter down the isle.” I think this might have been the proverbial nail in the coffin, the straw that broke the back of the camel, or maybe just the push he needed.
The next day, Phil took the last pack of cigarettes he had in the house and wrote the date on them, 4/10/05 and told me he was done. He was ready to quit and other than a small slip up when he was visiting a foreign country (when in Africa, do as the Africans) he has been smoke free ever since. I’m so proud to be married to a man with such determination and will power.
Even though Natalie can’t talk, I know she is happy to have such a wonderful dad. I’m sure when Phil walks her down the isle he will be very happy he stopped smoking so he can be a part of that wonderful day.