Sorry I didn't get this up yesterday. I had to go to the dermatologist and had surprise biopsies; it always takes a little longer than you think at the doctors.
Cinnamon Heart, Tea Flowers * JBW Designs, Charming Hearts (and the Christmas color conversion) * SamSarah, My Whole Heart * Mill Hill Hearts-a-Plenty
To enter this time, please tell me about a moment you fell in love. I'll draw on Tuesday next.
I'm not really good about remembering little moments, but I do remember telling the dude I was in love with him when we'd been dating for about three months. We were in Molly Malone's (we hung out in Irish bars a lot back then) at the table to the right of the door. Those of you who hang around these parts might remember that we dated for four years before we moved in together and nine before we got married. You can imagine my quick assessment of our situation freaked him out a little, but I just backed off and gave him space. I guess I just knew that eventually, he'd turn to me one day while we were sitting in traffic and ask, "You want to get married, or what?"
Some days, I wonder what would have happened if I went with "or what?" ;)
5 comments:
Funny that you said that to him so early on. I remember going home after our first date and telling my Mom (yes I was still living at home) that he was the man I was going to marry. Of course I was smart enough NOT to say that on our first date, but sure enough, 3 months later at a friend's wedding he asked me. We waited about 6 more months to tell anyone because we didn't want them to think we were nuts. We got married about a year later and our 25th anniversary is this October!
Congrats on your patience :)
The night I met my true love, I was struck by his kindness toward others, his intelligence and his sense of humor. I went home and told my friend that I had met my man. He proposed three months later, we married six months after that, and in a few months we'll celebrate our 20th anniversary. To this day I treasure his kindness, his humor, and his intelligence.
Inspired by your blog (and tales of stitching valentines for the Dude), I decided in a fit of insanity to stitch 20 hearts to give my hubby on our anniversary. I'm now halfway done! I'm halfway done! Yippee!
oooo...nice charts!
Let's see...there wasn't really a "moment". It just kinda grew there. I know that sounds weird. When it became just too heart wrenching to be apart from each other we knew it was time to take the next step. It will be 5 years in December.
okay ... here is my love story. I worked for an airline, I traveled for free, and I hung around two girls - and both of them were very vocal about a guy we worked with. I had a crush on him to, but didn't dare act on it or say anything because I didn't want to jeopardize my friendships... He transfered to another city, and we still remained friends, and as friends we took a trip to this little town in vermont as FRIENDS. I was 19 and at the end of the trip I was head over heels. We were eating breakfast at a dinner and I got the urge to tell him I loved him and it didn't matter what he thought of me, I just wanted him to know. Only I wussed out and never said a word.
He has gone on to do some AMAZING things - lots of good work helping poverty stricken people in Latin America .. and we are still friends. and I still love him as much as I did that day. I know that we aren't going to be together as a couple, but that's okay because the world is a better place because of the things he does.
I have had other relationships etc .. but he is always the one that matters
The moment I fell in love with my husband was one of the grossest moments of my life. He and I had been dating for about 2 months, and were moving very slowly. I was taking Biology, and for my lab, I had to bring in dead bugs. I am vehemently anti-bug, and was sure I was going to fail. I couldn't just squish the bugs, I had to capture them live, and then feeze them to death so their little bodies would still be intact. My man heard me sobbing about it to my mom (who offered no sympathy). He went out with a box of ziploc baggies and caught me 20 bugs. He then brought me those 20 wriggling bugs in baggies for me to freeze. I knew right then and there that he was my one and only. Who else would catch bugs for me on a Tuesday? I didn't tell him right away, but I knew that he was mine.
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