This blog post isn't about writing, but it is about falling in love.
Once upon a time, a Committed-to-Being-Single Young Woman was introduced to a Single Young Man. She thought he was cute and seemed nice, so she agreed to go on a date with him. On a Sunday afternoon, they went to a movie at the local art museum. The small theater was almost filled when they arrived, but two seats on the aisle were vacant. "Do you mind if I sit on the end?" he said with a smile. "I'm a bit claustrophobic." She nodded and scooted into the inside seat.
They chatted for a few minutes as they waited for the movie to start, discovering each other's likes and dislikes. But soon the woman became distracted by a little girl who was running up and down the aisle, laughing loudly. Her feet made a persistent ear-ringing clack every time her shoes hit the uncarpeted floor. The annoyed woman huffed out a breath. Where are her parents? she thought with a frown. And why aren't they controlling her?
Suddenly the little girl stopped right beside the Single Young Man. Silent, she gazed at him. The woman waited to see what he would do. Would he fuss at her? Tell her to be quiet and sit down? She hoped so because she was tired of listening to the unruly child.
The man simply reached out and caressed the little girl's cheek. Just one gentle, lovely touch -- and she was gone, back down the aisle and into her seat beside her parents.
The Committed-to-Being-Single Woman's heart melted and a feeling washed over her that she had never felt before. She gave a little gasp and stole a glance at the man. He gave her the most beautiful smile, and she knew.
First date, and she knew.
On October 17, 1981--28 years ago today--they got married.
Happy anniversary to my husband. Seems like yesterday, doesn't it?