Believe it or not, the first time I realized I loved N was on our second date. It was Halloween weekend and he invited me over to his place for a homecooked meal and to carve pumpkins. It was pouring cats and dogs that night and I remember feeling very grateful for the new tires on my car as I looked for his house number through the foggy car windows.
After an amazing dinner of broiled proscuitto wrapped chicken covered in provolone and steamed vegetables, we took our glasses of chardonnay out to his back patio to watch the storm. In silence we sipped, and watched the grand lightning storm above us, listened to the huge cracks of thunder and felt the wet of the rain blow onto our bare feet. For almost 30 minutes we didn't say a word. It wasn't even necessary...we were just being. And it was so perfectly comfortable. At some point that night, he silently slipped his arm around my waist and pulled me close and it was at that moment that I felt something...something tell me this was going a long, long way. We never even touched the pumpkins that night.
Who would have known back then that today, 8 1/2 years later, my life would be so rich with this man and all of his amazingness? Those tender arms that pulled me close that night are the same tender arms that love and comfort our little Monkey today.
He doesn't know it, but I fall in love all over again anytime they're together like this.
5 comments:
What a romantic evening!!! :)
I'm starting to tear looking at the picture you posted. I get the same way when I see J holding little F... It's so touching to see our "tough" men being so delicate with our little ones.
What an awesome story and adorable picture!
Amazing what two people in love can create! Beautiful!
What a beautiful story. And I know exactly what you mean. I felt just the same way last night watching my sweet husband cradle our 3rd newborn son. We are so blessed.
Such a touching post and an adorable picture!
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