Thoughts from a “Modeling” wife.
I woke up this Sunday morning thinking , ahhh, a good day to go to the
flying field. Now you know I don’t fly, but when I saw another rainy day in the Northwest, I was disappointed. It made me think of all the times I’ve been asked by other modelers wives,” Why do you go out
there? “Do you really like this stuff?” “Don’t you get angry at the time it takes and the money spent?”. I thought perhaps you’d like a story told by this modelers wife.
When Darrol and I
met 14 years ago I had not had the opportunity to go to restaurants, stay in motels, or travel much at all. When he asked me if I’d like to go to Denver for a pattern contest, I thought, humm, 12 hour drive, his
undivided attention all the way there and all the way back, eating out, staying in a motel......no brainer. SURE! When I got there an added bonus. GREAT PEOPLE! And at the next contest many of the
same people were there and some new ones. And as the years passed, many contests, lots of memories have been made on the field, off the field, in the restaurants, and yes, as if its any of your business, in the
motels with Darrol. A vastly expanded travel log is now mine. Which brings me to present day.
As many of you know my Father died four months ago. At his funeral I walked up to an alter filled with many
flowers. So breathtaking, I had to stop and compose myself. When I read each and every card it was becoming obvious that the majority of the flowers were from friends in the modeling community. To say the very
least I was speechless and moved beyond expression. When I think of modeling I don’t think of the time consumption, the expense, and the long weekends away from home. I think of the opportunity to make new friends
and nurture long standing relationships. I think of how we’ve made so many wonderful memories. I think of how comforted I felt looking at those flowers. I feel....blessed.
I thank Darrol for giving me the
opportunity to accompany him and sharing this side of him with me. I thank God for giving me the wisdom to allow the experience to happen.
Thank all of you for being you,
Rhonda Cady |
