Remember that song? “I feel it in my fingers, I feel it in my toes?” Three of the blogs I visit have recently had posts about love so I thought I’d share a bit too, especially since one in particular is dealing with age issues and there is 10 years between me and Tech Hubby.
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Tech Hubby and I started dating in July of 2003. In November of that same year, I was downsized from my job. One thing I discovered is that life can go on without working for a large corporation and it even gets better when you’re not stressed out all the time working for evil people, but that is another story for later.
Christmas was coming and I had been to the mall looking for presents for my family and for Tech Boyfriend. I passed by the candle shop and saw this nativity in the window. I stopped, and stared. It’s a Blue Sky Nativity. It was out of the price range my family and I had set for presents and I didn’t even dare to hint to Tech Boyfriend that I loved and had to have it since we had just started dating, it seemed too extravagant a gift for a new relationship and I knew if I said anything, he would have bought it for me. I told no one of my desire for this thing, except, God. He new I loved it, but again, NO ONE else knew, not even my family.
Christmas comes along and Tech Boyfriend and I meet at his house the exchange presents. We sit next to his fiber optic Christmas tree and open our presents. I open his present to me, and yes, IT is in there. The Nativity. I stare at it. Tears roll down my face. I knew there was only one way he could have known. I look at him. “How did you know?” He looks at me, “What do you mean?”
“How did you now I wanted this?”
“I didn’t. I was walking through the mall and I prayed and asked the Holy Spirit to show me what you might want for Christmas and He showed me this and I knew it was for you.”
Not only was I crying about the gift, but also, more so, about the message behind it. Through out our dating experience, I kept getting little messages and hints from Above, that this was The One. He was mine. My gift. My match made in Heaven. It freaked me out!
The day he proposed to me, my birthday, (almost a year to the day from when we had met and at the same restaurant as our first date). I knew he was going to propose but I kept telling myself he wasn’t. I was 36 years old (going on 37), had I really, finally found love? It seemed too good to be true. I didn’t want to believe it, in case someone jumped out saying, ‘April Fool’s’ and I had to pretend all along that of course I had known it was make believe. It wasn’t make believe. I was really proposed to and I was going to get married! The night before my wedding, I kept wondering how far I could get on a tank of gas. What? You ask. Well, yes, I had never been married before, what was I getting myself into? My mom was desperately ill. The hotel where we got married was to have supplied people to help us decorate, no one showed up to help. My ushers kept seating people while we were having our pictures taken (before hand so my make up didn’t run from crying with joy which was prudent). The photographers were taking their own sweet time with everything (we had to be done with the gazebo at a certain time) and they hadn’t brought extra lighting, it gets dark fast in the winter here, extra lighting would have been good.
So, I walked down the isle at last in a pair of white socks with pink bows on the ankles I had borrowed from my mom (I had broken my toe on the vacuum just days before and nothing cute would go over my foot). Even though we had just taken our pictures together, when I saw my soon-to-be-husband standing there, it all sank in and suddenly, it felt right. There really was no one else in the world for me. He was The One. My One. I burst into tears of joy. I couldn’t stop crying. I was so happy and incredulous. I was getting married. Me. To a wonderful man who loved me and who was also crying. Good thing we took those pictures early. By the time the minister said, “you may now kiss your bride,” we were a mess!
Later, up in the honeymoon suite, Tech Boyfriend, now Tech Hubby had a surprise for me, chocolate covered strawberries. No one had them this time of year, so he bought the strawberries from the grocery store (but told me he had had them shipped in special, lol and I beleived him!) and took them to The Rocky Mountain Chocolate Factory and had them dipped. Well, he sent his daughter so he could go and pick up his tux, but still, I had chocolate covered strawberries on my wedding night, at Christmas time in Colorado.
So, I’m married, going on my fourth year, to a man 10 years older than me who rides a motorcycle and flies a PPG.
Last night, it was cold. It’s been cold here for days now.
Me to Tech Hubby- don’t you want to go to bed now so it’s nice and warm for me when I get in?
T.H. Don’t you wish!
Me-sighing and rounding up the LED candles we use as night lights (Tech Hubby!) I go into the bathroom to fill up the humidifier and I hear him getting into bed. I come out of the bathroom, and there he is, on my side, warming it up.
Me-Squeal! (of delight)
T.H. Big smile on his face. I squeeze into the space between him and the edge of the bed, cradling myself into the crook of his arm . Ahhh, he is SO warm. I lay there, my head on his chest, my arm across him, and I cry. Quiet tears of joy. All those years of warming up my bed by myself. All those years of no one to snuggle. I know he must be burning up by now. The man is a human furnace. He doesn’t complain. He lets me absorb all the heat I want. This must be how cats feel when they sleep in a sun beam. I’m warm, I’m happy, I’m married. Purrrrrrrr.
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Let’s get out of here! 12/04/2004
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I always thought I’d marry a man with black hair and green eyes. So how did I end up with Mr. Brown Eyes? What do his brown eyes remind me of do you think?
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A little closer.
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Puppy eyes. He has puppy eyes, and they get him whatever he wants including a ’skillet’ breakfast of hash browns, eggs, bacon and leeks with cheese when I’d rather be blogging. Yeah, I’m a sucker for those eyes and these…
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“My, what strong powerful forearms you have,” she said.
“All the better to hold you close with my dear,” he replied reaching for her.
Can you see it? Just there in her hand in the lower left corner. The daisy. The fortuneteller of love. He loves me, he loves me not, he loves me! Perhaps her name is Eva?
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Valentin’s Day comes early to the blogosphere as the matchmaking adventure continues at Tongue in Cheek. Birds do it, bees do it, let’s fall in love!
Does this bring back memories of when you and your loved one met and fell in love? Was it love at first sight, or a slow burn that left you limp and giddy once you realized why it was that you seemed to never get enough of him? Were your friends patient listening to endless tales of your adventures. ‘He’s all she talks about!’ ‘We never see you anymore!’
Deeply submerged like a marshmallow in hot chocolate and there you remained for months, perhaps years, perhaps still!
When my husband and I wed, I felt a peace come over me while we said our vows. A sense of security and safety. I knew I would always be protected and loved by him. The bible calls it a covering. I am under the covering of my husband and it’s where I always want to be.