Mommy, You’re Beautiful
So, there I was… (That’s the beginning of every fantastic story if you’re a member of the Akers family. We use that prompt to entertain each other and tell countless stories. Sorry for the brief interruption — Back to the story.)
By-line credit to my girls for helping tell the story. Thanks to K. Akers and C. Akers.
So here we are, gathered around the table, having just consumed a healthy meal and everyone craves a good story. The girls want to know how Clay and I first met. I tell the story a little like this. He is the sexiest thing I’ve ever laid eyes on. It’s my freshman year of college and he is a friend of my friend, so I think I have an inside track for a chance to date him. He enters the ballroom for the concert and steals my breath while quickening my pulse. I remember everything about him. He wears a beige cable knit sweater with a jean jacket over top, rolled up to three-quarter length sleeves. A backward newsboy cap matched his sweater. His dark blue jeans stand out in my mind. And, his wallet chain stands out like stars shine against a dark midnight sky on a clear night. The black combat boots pull together the whole outfit.
