Kathy was three hours away from Nashville and drove in for the weekend to meet me for the first time. It was the engagement party day. I proposed to Olive the night before. Her white Taurus had a fresh coat of freedom and her heart sizzled with the idea of getting to see her oldest daughter once again. She didn’t know who stole her baby’s heart but she was thrilled as hell to meet him. She prayed her sweet Olive would forgive her for the mistakes she made and remember only the delightful nights filled with the best vanilla ice cream in Buffalo, smushed between two homemade chocolate chip life-sized cookies. When she arrived on 65, she hopped off exit 81 and pulled into the closest parking lot because her GPS battery life died. She called Olive on the phone. I was still at work. Olive hopped in her Scion and sped quickly past the brick houses, the cranes soaring high in the sky, and fellow passerbys. When Olive pulled into the parking lot, intersecting between 8th and Wedgewood, she slammed on the brakes, opened the car door, (with the car still running) and ran into the arms of Her mama. Only, it was too late.
It’s 7:40am on a Saturday.
Olive wakes up from the dream that made her feel like she had on 3D glasses in an IMAX theater. She didn’t want to get up. She was in a daze and looked to her right to see her dark brown husband still sleeping next to her. She wanted it to be real. She wanted to see her mother again — the woman who made Olive find her dreams.
I slowly wake up and she nuzzles her head against my chest. I give her a kiss on her forehead and decide it’s time to write a little something ’bout her. We’re almost two years into marriage and I’m still figuring her out. Some of my most favorable moments of Olive exemplify me watching her bloom into one of those flowers you intentionally stop to pick alongside the highway on an afternoon drive. I’ll be here to wipe up your tears, gauge your fears, celebrate your mountain-top experiences and most of all — pull you close to me when we dance awkwardly like no one else is watching.
Definition of Olive according to the Dictionary:
1. an evergreen oleaceous tree, Olea europaea, of the Mediterranean region but cultivated elsewhere, having white fragrant flowers, and edible shiny black fruits
2. the fruit of this plant, eaten as a relish and used as a source of olive oil
3. the wood of the olive tree, used for ornamental work
4. any of various trees or shrubs resembling the olive
5. a yellow-green colour
(as adjective): an olive coat
My definition of Olive:
- a cute, dependable, beautiful, squish-able, courageous, lovable wife
- the keeper of all the yarn
- an independent woman who loves Jesus
- the mama to a furry baby by the name of Neptune
- an introvert at heart, but loves hospitality (as verb): Olive cooks dinner for the broz of her Huzz