On Cinco de Mayo eight years ago I had my first date with a tall good looking man, that I thought would never call me.
I remember him smiling at me as we danced around the dance floor.
When the music stopped everyone went to the side to take a break and he came over to talk to me.
I had been on several dates since my divorce, and met many nice guys. Most of them ran away in the opposite direction when they found out.... in fact, (that yes) I actually have kids.
I think the thought must have crossed his mind.
After we met, it took him two weeks to find my phone number. I know it takes real courage to even date a girl with 3 kids. I know most of his friends thought he was crazy. I'm so glad he is stubborn enough... (in a good way) to not listen to them. Maybe he knew from the beginning that this was the commencement of the start of a new life.
I remember the night well...... I met him for coffee...............We asked each other question after question and just talked into the night. I immediately felt completely comfortable with him, as if we had known each other our whole lives.
After that, we saw each other once a week until one day a friend nudged me and said, " Don't you think you should give that poor boy more of your time?"
With that..................... the rest is history :))
I Love you! G....Thank you......... for the last eight years. I know I am so blessed to have you in my life. It hasn't always been easy, but I know we are in this together for the long haul, and I look forward to many more years and adventures with you. XOXO Love, M
