Note – My husband and I have recently celebrated our 11th wedding anniversary and I found myself writing this as I reflected on our relationship…a bit less of a splurge…more of a love story…
A glimpse
Do all the great love stories start with a glimpse?
Their eyes met over a crowded room…
The brush of her hand against his…
A ‘Richard Curtis’ style collision outside a second hand bookshop, in the rain, obviously…
Or a less dramatic glimpse, a sudden yet gradual realisation. A way of seeing someone in a new way. A glimpse of a soul like yours?
We were playing twister…
We were talking about who we loved the most…
We were laughing at robotic lemons.
And the glimpses deepened.
We talked about family.
We sought out each others eyes and smiled those deep, private, gentle smiles that make the world suddenly appear in HD.
We tickled and flirted.
We went out.
I wore my tippy tappy boots and you heard them tippy tapping down the hall as I came to open the front door…and you knew. Later you took my hand over the corner table as Mama Cass serenaded us.
Night breezes seem to whisper I love you.
Glimpses turn to conversations, kisses and dates every night.
Kisses that last for hours. Conversations that break for sleep and last for months. Still the glimpses remain…
A glimpse of a kiss in a white dress.
A glimpse of a conversation that lasts for a lifetime.
And so, the white dress became a reality and was quickly relegated to history. But still the glimpses remained.
A glimpse of the Father you would become.
A glimpse of a world waiting to be discovered with my love.
A glimpse of strength that is always extended and shared.
People will say that the glimpses disappear. To be replaced by companionship, apathy, even dislike…not here. Those electrical glimpses still surprise and delight me. A glimpse of holidays, teenagers, grandchildren. A glimpse of joy and despair shared and carried together.
A certainty of being part of the greatest adventure.
A glimpse of glory…
… and I’m still craving your kiss.
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