We’re coming up on our 9 year wedding anniversary this June, but it’s been 10 years since I saw him standing there.
Across the room, with his back to the wall…one knee bent up, and the bottom of his sneaker planted up against the wall behind him.
He had his hat on backwards. I’ve always been a sucker for that. I was at-first-sight smitten with his long-ish hair and perfect nose, but I definitely wasn’t looking to fall in love right then. I was concentrating on my job, and definitely wasn’t going to be distracted by his (dreamy) arms, and broad shoulders. *sigh*
I was working, and he was waiting. We exchanged small smiles and tiny waves…his, because he was shy…mine, because I wasn’t quite sure if he was looking at me.
Was he looking at me?
He was. *smile*
That’s just a small sliver of what I remember about the day I met my Valentine, ten years ago this March.
We’re spending today working on the half bath, ’cause he knows I’m not a “chocolate, and roses, and night out on the town” kind of a gal.
He knows that demolition and hex tile are the way to this girl’s heart- ha!
I’m going to surprise him with this spoon art when he wakes up…
I’ve got a couple more fun little goodies to surprise him with today- but since he also knows that I’m a “surpriser” by nature, I’m sure he’s already figured that out!
Happy Valentines Day!