I will never forget the day I met my hubby. I was 18 years old and it was my first day of college. He was two years older- cute, tanned, popular and a social butterfly.
Those things were appealing, but there was one very unique thing about him: his voice.
I was immediately attracted to his raspy, rugged, scratchy melody.
We spent the next 4 years as best friends and then went our separate ways into the real world. But in the end, it was that delicious voice recorded on my answering machine that got me. He said something simple like, “Hey, why don’t you come see me.” And that is pretty much all it took to get me to fly several hundred miles and marry him three months later.
I didn’t exactly play hard-to-get.
My hubby works in the medical field and everyday someone asks him about his voice: a)Are you sick? b)Do you have a cold? c)Have you ever been checked for nodes? d) Can I scope your vocal chords?
Well. Here are the answers a)no b)no c)yes d)sure, because my gag reflex is awesome
The other day my hubby returned to his Ear, Nose and Throat doctor because not only was he blessed with a raspy voice, he was also gifted with sleep apnea.
He is one lucky duck.
It’s been two years since he’s been sleep-tested (sleep-testing is where they hook you up to machines and record how many times a night you stop breathing. Exciting stuff. The first time my hubby did this, the Respiratory Therapist who dropped off the sleep apnea machine explained that my hubby had 60 arousal’s in a 1 hour period. And you would think I would know that there is more than one definition of that word (in context it was referring to how many times he stopped breathing. I am still blushing about what I asked.)
The ENT said, “Yes, let’s order another sleep test, but let’s spend some time talking about your voice.”
And so they did. For a very long time.
When my hubby came home, he told me all the many and various theories and explanations and blah blah blah the doctor came up with.
Then my hubby dropped this bomb, “I’d really like my voice to be normal.”
And he pulled this from his pocket:
The Entertainer’s Secret, throat relief spray. But it’s our secret and that of many entertainer’s, apparently.
My 8 year old was eavesdropping on this conversation and burst into the room, “No, Daddy, I love your voice. You can’t do that! I think we need to have a family meeting about this!”
And I did what all good wives would do, I agreed with my daughter.
Because y’all, I love that voice.