Higher Love and the Handyman

By Janet

As I lay here in this hammock under the shade of this gorgeous oak tree, I am grateful that the Arizona summer heat has yielded to the cool October fall. I find my thoughts drifting back to the time I met the love of my life, Alejandro.

I remember the first time I laid eyes on him. As he walked through the entrance of my hardware store in a small town just outside of the big city, I felt a shiver run up my spine. He had long coal black hair that feathered on the sides, tapered down to the middle of his back. He wore his shirt unbuttoned to his navel, exposing his beautiful curly black chest hair. His trim body and broad shoulders gave him a perfect physique. Oh, and the way he walked with a certain presence, a saunter of sorts as if to be in slow motion. When he arrived at the counter I saw the depth of his dark amber eyes. And if that wasn’t enough he then spoke. My knees buckled upon hearing his thick Spanish accent. He walked right up to me. I thought I would die on the spot. Somehow, I maintained my composure and stuck up a conversation with him as we do in small towns. I discovered that he had moved to the states some years ago and had been what we would call a general contractor in Spain. He had lived many places and came here to visit relatives and decided this was the place to build his business. He began as a Handyman and had built his business to 10 employees and a fleet of 7 vehicles. I was glad he had found my auto parts store.

I was so lost in our conversation that I nearly forgot one important fact. My husband was standing beside me at the counter. He and I had been married for 12 years and had a beautiful daughter. We were good business partners and terrible man and wife. He had been verbally abusive from nearly the beginning, and I had been totally out of love with him for years. My problem was that I thought that you married for life - all that for better and for worse business.

I was doomed to dream of this incredible specimen of a man from a distance. I did just that for nearly a year. From watching out the store window I discovered that he had a routine I could follow every morning and evening. I knew when he would pass by my shop and I would stand there breathlessly, just waiting just to catch a glimpse of him as he passed by. I would pray that something would break on a vehicle so he would have to stop in for parts.

My mother worked with me and I had not mentioned my secret desire to anyone. One day Alejandro came in and I introduced them to each other. After he left, she said “OH he is dangerous”. I said, “What do you mean?”

She said, “Did you see the way he looked at you?” I smiled and went on about my business.

Nearly 8 months later, I got terribly sick with a condition that threatened to steal my vision. After spinal tap the headaches were so horrible that I thought I would die. As I lay there in the bed near praying for death, I had a revelation. I just knew that the Creator did not put me on this earth to be so miserable.

I knew it was Alejandro’s birthday, soon and having done some investigating (as we women are so good at), I found out where he lived. You could see his house in the distance from the car wash. I decided to make my move. I took my daughter and I washed my truck at least 4 times and on about the 5th vacuuming, my 9-year-old daughter said “MOM CAN WE GO?”. Just then Alejandro drove down his driveway just past the car wash. When he got out of his truck I honked my horn to get his attention. He got back in his truck and came to the carwash driveway. As he approached, I held out my arms to give him a birthday hug and he planted the most incredible kiss a woman could imagine. When we broke apart, we glanced down at my daughter and the look on her face. She said, “You kissed my mommy!” This kiss was so natural that we shocked ourselves. This was not our intention, it just happened.

From that moment I knew exactly what I was to do next. I decided to go directly home and ask my husband for a divorce. And that I did. I had given Alejandro my phone number for the first time and we spoke on the phone that evening. I revealed to him what I was doing and he begged me not to do something I would regret .He did not want to be a home wrecker. I told him that this was something I had to do whether he and I had a future or not. I started the divorce proceeding right away and Alejandro and I began our courtship.

I remember the first time we made love. I had told him that I did not like making love because of the brut that my ex-husband had been. Alejandro had taken me to a field out in the country where a new subdivision he was working in had started. He spread the blanket under the full moon. He poured the wine and as I sipped my inhibitions started falling away. He gently laid me back on the blanket and began making the most gentle precious love I had ever imagined.

He lead me through a maze of love making that would melt down the polar caps. Leading me deeper and deeper in to the maze. I found myself nearly unconscious from the pleasure all the while ever present in my body and the rising sensations. As I fell deeper in to the trance in the shadows of his eyes and the rhythm of our gentle lunging movements. I felt as though he could read my very soul. I gave him charge of my body, mind and spirit. It was as if he could hear the screaming in my head….OH YES…touch me there….and he did. Our juices were flowing like an ebbing ocean when suddenly like the mighty crash of a wave our bodies arched in ecstasy…. rigid for the moment…breath was hard to come by it was as if life itself had stopped then I fell limp in his arms.

We made love a record 6 times that night under the full moon and the gentle breeze, and as we were driving home I pulled the truck over and crawled over into the back seat of the supercab. I pulled him over the seat for one more experience. He said, “Wait, aren’t you the one that said you didn’t like making love?” I said, “Well yes, that is what I thought until I met you, I never knew what the expression “Higher Love” meant”.

The rest is history, we have been married for 14 years now and I fall more in love with him everyday. He is a wonderful husband, father and now grandfather.

Oh my, it is time to fix dinner…where have I been? Ah yes, I love to remember our beginning and I love cool October days.

Image Courtesy of Janet-Sunshine

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