Date night

Butterflies.

Eager anticipation.

All dressed up….waiting…trying to busy myself….waiting.

Is my hair straight? Is this shirt ok?

Oh c’mon, when is there going to be a knock on the door.

Man, why is the time moving SO SLOW!!!!???

Oh! There’s a car. Nope. They stopped at the neighbours.

It’s just like waiting for your first date. It’s surprising (at least to me) that I still feel this way and we are on year 2 of being married. We’ve come a long way since 2001.  It’s just like my favourite quote says: “Meeting you was fate. Becoming your friend was choice but falling in love with you was completely out of my control.” It may have taken me some time to come back to him and see him in that light but 2 years later I found my way back, with a little help.

It must say something that things haven’t changed in my soul and this other soul still makes me happier than most things in life (I could almost go out on a limb and say it makes me happier than driving real fast with the window down blaring Nirvana or Metallica. And that is saying something!).  I can’t imagine not having butterflies…

So yea, if you couldn’t tell, I’m going on a date tonight. A big date. 🙂