I met my first boyfriend in 1985 in San Antonio Texas. I was ten years old. Neil Peltier was the cutest blonde kid you’ve ever seen. He would ride his bike, pass the community pool, to my house so we could ride back his direction to the pool together. He would buy me a coke and we’d sit on the tennis courts and drink our sodas together. He was my first love. We’re still friends to this day, 35 years later. As a teenager and young adult, he was an incredible athlete. Star of the soccer team, tall, blonde, and blue-eyed, no body fat, and never anything but a smile on his face. One year in high school there was a Sadie Hawkins dance. I used my ninja moves to collaborate with his mom and decorate his bedroom with balloons while he was gone. I made him a huge sign asking him to the dance. I’ll never forget that night he called me sobbing. Some other b*tch had already asked him, and he had said yes. Just kidding, I can’t even remember who it was, I’m sure she’s a sweet girl. He felt horrible. This is the kind of compassionate, empathetic human being Neil was. Is.
Fast forward a decade or so…I can’t remember what year it was, but I was in my hotel room in Denver on business when I got a call from our other good friend. Her voice cracked as she broke the news: Neil flipped over his handlebars broke his neck. He would most likely never would walk again. He has been in a wheelchair ever since. But he’s a champion. He has an awesome career at Texas A & M College. He’s one of the greatest of all greats. Neil sent me a message last week saying he’d listened to my podcast where I talk about getting kicked out of BYU. And he told me about his upcoming marriage. His words: “I found someone who loves me for me, the way I am now and not some version of how I used to be or how I think I am. She is the most amazing woman and I could not possibly love or be loved more.” He said he couldn’t find my love playlist, but this is his song with his fiancé. And it had to be added. This one’s for you, Neil. I’m so thrilled for his happiness, and I believe that everyone deserves to be loved for exactly the way they are.
Find someone who understands and speaks your love language.
She’s a yellow pair of running shoes A holey pair of jeans She looks great in cheap sunglasses She looks great in anything She’s: “I want a piece of chocolate.” “Take me to a movie.” She’s: “I can’t find a thing to wear.” Now and then she’s moody She’s a Saturn with a sunroof With her brown hair a-blowing She’s a soft place to land And a good feeling knowing She’s a warm conversation That I wouldn’t miss for nothing
She’s a fighter when she’s mad And she’s a lover when she’s loving
And she’s everything I ever wanted And everything I need I talk about her I go on and on, and on ‘Cause she’s everything to me
She’s a Saturday out on the town And a church girl on Sunday She’s a cross around her neck And a cuss word ’cause it’s MondayUnconditional love is possible for everyone.
She’s a bubble bath and candles Baby, come and kiss me She’s a one glass of wine And she’s feeling kinda tipsy
She’s the giver I wish I could be And the stealer of the covers She’s a picture in my wallet Of my unborn children’s mother She’s the hand that I’m holding When I’m on my knees and praying She’s the answer to my prayer And she’s the song that I’m playing
And she’s everything I ever wanted And everything I need I talk about her I go on and on, and on ‘Cause she’s everything to me
She’s the voice I love to hear Someday when I’m ninety She’s that wooden rocking chair I want rocking right beside me
Every day that passes
I only love her more
Yeah, she’s the one
That I’d lay down my own life for
And she’s everything I ever wanted
And everything I need
She’s everything to me
Yeah, she’s everything to me
Everything I ever wanted
And everything I need
She’s everything to me
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I met my first boyfriend in 1985 in San Antonio Texas. I was ten years old. Neil Peltier was the cutest blonde kid you’ve ever seen. He would ride his bike, pass the community pool, to my house so we could ride back his direction to the pool together. He would buy me a coke and we’d sit on the tennis courts and drink our sodas together. He was my first love. We’re still friends to this day, 35 years later. As a teenager and young adult, he was an incredible athlete. Star of the soccer team, tall, blonde, and blue-eyed, no body fat, and never anything but a smile on his face. One year in high school there was a Sadie Hawkins dance. I used my ninja moves to collaborate with his mom and decorate his bedroom with balloons while he was gone. I made him a huge sign asking him to the dance. I’ll never forget that night he called me sobbing. Some other b*tch had already asked him, and he had said yes. Just kidding, I can’t even remember who it was, I’m sure she’s a sweet girl. He felt horrible. This is the kind of compassionate, empathetic human being Neil was. Is.
