Thursday, November 26, 2009

A Good Thanksgiving Memory

I hope everyone is enjoying their Holiday! Since I'll be busy cooking away on Thanksgiving I wanted to share a sweet Thanksgiving memory with you.


It was the fall of 1999. I had just finished my first summer post high school graduation. I was now attending college, trying to figure out what I wanted to do with my life.

{{{Too bad it only took me the next ten years to do that. Sorry, back to my story.}}}


There was this hot guy that I had befriended in my Psych class. He sat in front of me, and we were partners for several different projects. I would all but beg him when we were asked to partner up. Because, not only was he hot, he was the only other sane person in the class. I'm not exaggerating! Ask me about it another day. day he asked if I wanted to ditch class and go play basketball. I don't know if he was testing me, or what??? He obviously didn't know me very well. Ditch was my middle name in high school (sorry, Mom). So, we played basketball. When
I waswe were done, he put his hand on the small of my back, and asked if I wanted to come watch him play football on Thursday, which happened to be Thanksgiving. I didn't answer. At first, I didn't realize there was such a long pause. I was feeling woozy from the sensation that had just rushed through my veins. Maybe it was the endorphins from playing basketball, but I didn't think so. I had never felt anything like that before, and I played basketball for two years in high school, albeit very poorly. So, what the heck was that?

I tried to ignore it. I sat there. Thanksgiving morning. At the park near our home. I watched. Did I mention he was HOT? As he introduced me to his friends, he did something unexpected. He held my hand. Just like that, and I couldn't ignore it this time. It was like butterflies, mixed with an erratic heartbeat, mixed with...I don't know. But, until the Tuesday before, I had never felt anything like it. I still remember it clearly and it was ten years ago today.

Even ten years later I still feel it when he touches me softly. That's right, I don't call him the hot guy from class anymore. I proudly call him My HOT Husband. You guys knew that was coming, right?

From that first time he touched me, I knew it was something different. I had no idea it was the love of my life. (ahhh's are appropriate) Even though our marriage/life isn't perfect, today of all days I'm most grateful for him, and my wonderful Thanksgiving memory. Thank you honey, I love you.

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