This is the story of how the Hubster and I met, fell in love, and were married within 8 months…
…and lived happily ever after*
As our Valentine’s date ended, I was sure that I’d tell him then. I put it off and put it off the whole night as my nerves continued to get the better of me, but I determined that I’d tell him before he left.
…but I didn’t. I knew he liked me, but I wasn’t sure if he was in the “love zone” yet, as I was. If I had known then that he was also struggling with finding a way to tell me he loved me I might have taken the plunge, but I didn’t. I couldn’t. *sigh*
As he left we made plans to see each other on the weekend. It was a Monday night, and we both had a busy week ahead of us. I expected phone calls throughout the week, but that I wouldn’t see him until Friday evening. The night ended beautifully, but I couldn’t help but feel just a little disappointed. As much as I wanted to tell him that I loved him, I also wanted him to tell me first, and I had secretly hoped that he would. I think most girls wait for that moment. It always looks so romantic in the movies when the dark handsome blah blah looks deeply into the young, pretty blah blah and tells her that he loves her. I think that most girls want that moment. I know I did.
So it had been a wonderful Valentine’s day… but it felt somewhat incomplete. Apparently the Hubster thought so as well…
After my classes on Wednesday he called me and asked if he could come out for an impromptu visit after work. I wasn’t busy (and clearly, even if I was I would make myself available… haha) and he came to visit short after 9:30pm. I remember being really nervous to see him that night. I still had a stomach FULL of butterflies, and I had then made myself really nervous that I might tell him that I loved him on an impulse and have that awkward moment where he might smile and say, “Thank you.” or “I really like you too” or simply get up and run away. haha!
As my roommates were home that evening, we went up to my room to talk. We had the lights low and were sitting side by side quietly talking when he leaned over, looked deeply into my eyes and softly said,
“I love you, Shop Girl.”
My heart started racing a mile a minute. I looked over at him but before I could say anything he continued,
“I wanted to tell you on Monday night but I just couldn’t. I wasn’t sure what you’d say or if you’d think I was crazy but I’m in love with you and I had to come tell you.”
I wrapped my arms around him and told him that I was crazy in love with him, and that I also had wanted to tell him on Monday but had chickened out. He laughed and pulled me close. We sat there together in my little room and in that moment I knew right then and there that he was it for me.
He then surprised me by mentioning the “M” word, but that’s another story….