Nine Wonderful Years

Was it a date? Was it just a “friends” thing?
9 years ago today – I wasn’t sure. Lee and I went to see “The Crow” at the Tifton movie theater. I had to lie to get in, because it was rated R and I was only 16. I put my hand on the armrest between us in case he wanted to hold it. At the end of the night I got a hug and a kiss on the forehead. But by then, it was clear to me it was a date. There was too much chemistry to be ignored.
The next day, I listened over and over again to the mix tape he made for me. I felt that feeling of butterflies in your stomach when you think of someone or something exciting.
Nine years later, he’s my husband and best friend. And I still get butterflies when I think about him, but they’re different. It’s not an anxious feeling of something mysterious and unkown, it’s the wonderful feeling of being in love and having that love returned, and still being excited about it.