02.08.10
Nine years ago
It’s just started to rain here. I can hear it on the skylight above me: nice. There’s the cozy smell of pot roast in the slow cooker. Matthew is playing with his train table and Lukey is still in his crib, about to get up. Life is good.
Nine years ago today, Scott and I went on our first date. Nine years ago, I couldn’t have imagined being where I am today, on a rainy evening, sharing a life with my one big guy and my two little guys. Or could I? I did know that there was something different and real there, that very first dinner Scott and I had together. There were many years of dating despair, and then — suddenly, in the space of one restaurant dinner — a page had turned. The new chapter was an exhilirating one, but it was also oddly peaceful. That’s how we knew it was right.
And so I say: Thank you, God. Thank you for that day, and all the days that followed it.
I’m a very lucky gal.
Gardenia said,
February 9, 2010 at 8:41 am
oh congratulations. and thank you for this post: it brought me back to my first date with my own husband. what clear memories they are. and it’s like you — I had been through dating despair — good choice of words, and then the page turned when I met him. you’ve made me smile because I’m remembering how blessed I am. (oh and I’m loving your Mary and Me book…I savor it page by page as I read before bed at night.)
Ginny said,
February 9, 2010 at 10:06 pm
Thanks, Gardenia! I’m so glad I could inspire those warm happy memories of your first date, too.
I remember something my dad once said, long before I met Scott, when I was complaining about how I never met the right guys. “You probably feel like you are having to wait forever to meet Mr. Right,” said my dad, “but you have to remember that when you do meet him, everything will change in a moment. All those years of waiting won’t matter. They’ll be the past.” He was right!