(I'm pregnant and exhausted....I cry. Often.)
The morning after he left I was cleaning off our dresser, and a note fell on the floor. There was another under my Bible. One in Chilly Bean's drawer. One in my drawer. One in my makeup bag. One waiting for me in the pocket of the dress I would wear as a bridesmaid. One on the kitchen counter under my planner.
(I wonder if that was just his fantastic way of getting me to clean the house?? Now I'm hunting everywhere for more notes!)
They have been like little kisses waiting for me all over the house.
Yep. He's a keeper.
In preparation for this deployment, I pulled out our box of love letters.
(I'm extremely creative as you can tell. I'm also very conscious about the environment, which is why I used the box his boots came in as our special box. I even took the time to label it...with masking tape.)
I sat cross-legged on the bed and read through a brief history of our love, while My Love packed his sea bag. Again.
(Aside from our first four months of marriage...My Love's name has had US NAVY attached.)
We reminisced about our dates; our moments that would only be meaningful to us; and our thoughts when writing the words on the page. We laughed at our starry-eyed naivete about all things Navy. We remembered exactly what it is we love about each other. Yet, in those youthful letters, I was struck with a wonderful realization...
I am incredibly smart.
Oh yes. I went there.
I saw past the amazing hair, the job at the coffee shop, and the inability to dance. I saw the man that ran away with my heart...flipped my world upside down...and changed my life completely...for the better. A man with great hair, a fantastic smile, and an easy laugh. The only man for me.
So, while the little notes throughout the house are nice (utterly romantic, in fact!), the more important thing is the Man behind the Notes. The man I love. The man oh-so-much-better than my dreams.
(And yes, he really did have hair at one time!!)
|Me and My Love in the dark ages. (Dating)|