More than four years ago Rob told me about Beata. She's from Poland, but was living in Denmark while he was living in Okinawa. They met in Florida. That is fate, my friends.
I saw a picture and thought, "She's pretty."
I spoke to her on the phone, and thought, "I love her."
Beatka (the "ka" means "little" and you add it to a name as an endearment) is the perfect wife for my son, Rob. For reasons I don't want to go into, his life needed saving, and she did it.
She's been calling me Mom since the first time we talked, and I cherish that. Especially because she and her own Mom have a rocky relationship. I'm a lucky bug that she is in my life and in my family.
When I visited them in Okinawa and met Beatka face-to-face for the first time, I fell in love with her even more. She is adorable, energetic, beautiful, smart, funny, and a kind soul.
It's her birthday today. Of course her birthday is over already in Okinawa, but it's still here in the states. She and Rob will be married four years in April. I just know that they've been together for four years, and my son is passionately in love with his wife.
I'm so happy for both of them. They're moving back to the states this month, and I can't wipe the grin off my face.
Happy Birthday, Dear Beatka! Hurry home. Love, Mom