Valentine's Day 1987 ~ our first date, our first dance, our first kiss, our first glimpse of what to come. My life was never the same, I was never the same and I would not want to change any of these moments...moments that took my breath away.
The anticipation of what to come made me feel like I had butterflies in my stomach. Moments leading up to this day was something that really doesn't happen in real life, or so I thought.
Van and I first met in the fall of 1986 at a dance held at the Herndon Community Center. It was in passing when a friend introduced us. I said hello and continued my leap towards the dance floor. Mind you, I was a senior in high school and life was just life. I was not looking to fall in love. I was not looking, period. I was just ecstatic to be out dancing with my friends and having the freedom to do what I thought any young person was looking to do ~ having fun! It never dawn on me that I would be so infatuated by this quite, slick, confident, snobby, handsome guy! Boy, I was bitten really hard to the point of being a stocker!
Our first date was to the Valentine’s Day dance. Our second date was the next day after the dance. On our third date, I told him that I loved him. With these words, I knew that he was the one that I wanted to grow old with.
With any relationships, ours was not perfect at all. Since we were so young, we had a lot of growing up to do. We broke up but then found each other again. He said that the second time around is “for keeps”. It’s been many moons that we’ve shared our lives as well as our dreams together. What I most admire my husband for is his love for our family, his never bending assurance, his soothing voice, his giving heart, and his zest for laughter. What makes him most sexy is when he smothers our children with so much love.
Although today is a day of love...I am thankful that I have
everyday full of love and laughter. I am a lucky girl. I feel that I too can fly!
My precious daughter surprised me with these beautiful flowers.
