A year this minute

Well today is the day. A year ago on this day I met him for the first time. We had been talking to one another for almost a month prior and this was the day.

It was a Sunday morning and I got up early, getting ready for his arrival. I didn't do anything special, he was going to get the me that I am. It was about 7 in the morning when he got there and I was not nervous until the very last minute. The minute that he called me to tell me he was there, and I had to open the door to my apartment building.

This was it. I was growing tired of dating and I was just going to be done with it, truly. I walked down the stairs and placed my hand on the door and pulled it open and there he was. In his right hand he held my favorite coffee, and his left a bouquet of flowers, with my favorite colors.

He had actually listened when we talked of these things. I told him to wait just a minute, I was going to run the flowers up and I would be right back down. He said, "Wait, there's more...." He had brought me several things, house warming gifts. I had just moved into this apartment and didn't have much. I was basically starting from the ground up.

I was really surprised at this. I did not ask for anything but he took note of some of the things I needed that I spoke of in conversation. We walked back up to my apartment and it was a few minutes after 7am. I looked at him and I just smiled.

He had told me what a good hugger he was so I decided to put him to the test, knowing that I was better. I looked at his eyes and smiled and wrapped my arms around him for a tight embrace. He was surprised and taken aback, his right hand lightly touching my back. I remember giggling a little, and calling him out on what a great hug......that wasn't.

I laugh to this day. There was something about him, even on that first day. Something different. Something I wanted more of and something that made me feel happy.

We got into his enormous truck and I sat there and I smiled. We drove a little ways and he asked me if I had breakfast yet and I let him know that I had not, so we stopped. This was my chance to get a really good look at him.

I sat at a table, waiting for him to come with our food. I was still drinking the Starbucks coffee that he brought me, so I did not order a drink. I could tell he was a little nervous. He sat across from me and handed me my food. He had the most beautiful blue eyes that I decided I would would probably never tire of looking into. Beautiful eyes, lovely lips. I looked down to his hands and they were the hands of a working man. Huge. Strong looking. I touched them. My hands looked like a childs compared to his.

I looked up and this time, he was looking at me. He smiled. He didn't talk much at all. I felt like I was talking non-stop. This has not changed.

He woke me this morning just as he does every morning. I felt his hand touching me and he leaned down and kissed my cheek. I was turned away from him. I rolled over towards him and I smiled. He kissed my lips and rubbed my face. "Happy anniversary, sweetie."

We have been together from the day that we met. From that time on, there could be no other. He makes me feel so loved, like I have never been before. Last night, before we went to sleep I held his head in my hands and I looked into those eyes, getting lost in the sea of blue. I smiled at him, just a little half grin and told him that I was just going to love him forever. He smiled at me and kissed me and told me that was good, because that was how long he was going to hold onto me for.

As he left for work this morning he smiled at me and kissed me goodbye. Told me he loved me and to have a good day. I was making my coffee and he stood there and paused. He was just looking at me with a smile. I smiled back and went to him at the door and gave him the biggest hug I could muster up. I wonder what he was thinking......