Hubby and I have been married now for over 12 years...in those years, we've weathered children, stepchildren, ex-spouses, house moves, illnesses and a whole myriad of other stressors common to everyday life.
We're certainly stronger for it...and yet...it isn't difficult to notice that when it's just the two of us...we often find ourselves discussing the children...and the stepchildren...and the ex-spouses...and the house moves...etc...etc....
Yesterday was the anniversary of our very first date. I had blogged all about it two years ago, and if you want to read all of the juicy details of that eventful evening way back in 1998, you can click on Flashback Friday: First Date and have at it. I won't bore you with the details for a second time....
Hubby came home from work yesterday afternoon with a beautiful bouquet of red roses...much like how he had presented me with flowers thirteen years ago.
A close-up of my beautiful red roses...
"These are beautiful," I graciously said, and then added, "But you didn't give me roses that day. It was a bouquet of fall wildflowers."
"Because I didn't love you thirteen years ago...yet." he replied. "You deserve roses now."
And then he whisked me off to the same restaurant we had dined at back in 1998...The Grand Street Cafe...where he asked the hostess if we could be seated at a particular table - the same table we had dined before, of course.
We love this place...
And after sitting at "our" table, he then set the ground rules for the evening.
We were to talk about "us."
No discussing the children. Or the stepchildren. Or the ex-spouses. Etcetera. Etcetera.
And so we did.
We talked about "us."
We sat for two hours, and in between nibbling on the most delectable and delicious food ever, we talked about ourselves.
Our hopes. Our goals. Our dreams.
And especially, our thoughts that night back in 1998, when we were carefully sizing each other up and wondering where that date would lead us.
At the end of the evening, he brought us home, where he walked me up to the front door and re-enacted our first kiss.
And my toes curled...exactly like what happened back in 1998.
What a lovely anniversary of our first date.
And how nice to re-discover the "us" - where it all began in the first place.
Peace.
2 comments:
Oh, I know the feeling, I guess all I can say, is "aww" and I am so happy for you. Especially the toe curling part. Long live love!
One of the sweetest posts I've read in a long time. Always, always re-discover one another. And keep the fire going.
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