Today marks the 7th anniversary of the night I met and fell in love with my Glugster. What was supposed to be a blogger meetup to put a real person to the online person I had become friends with, became a date very quickly.
Two weeks later, he met my daddy darling and my brother on Christmas Day, and I announced to the world that I got a boyfriend for Christmas.
I’d been single and a single mom for so long that my mom and my gran actually cried…
Now he is my husband.
He’s my best friend, my lover, my sounding board, my cheerleader, my advisor, and my co-parent.
He’s my first call, my first thought, my next of kin.
He listens to me and he loves me, even when I start a sentence in the middle of a thought and he has no idea what I’m talking about. He records TV shows he knows I’ll like, even if he’s not interested in seeing them.
He surprises me with little things that he knows I love, and if I asked him he wouldn’t hesitate to go and get me an ice cream in the middle of the night!
The night we met, when we came back down to earth, we had the wait staff standing at the door of the restaurant and all the chairs and tables stacked around us! We were completely oblivious to everything and everyone but each other and it was going on 2am!
It was amazing! I could hardly wait to see him again, and then I put the poor man through the wringer for a few months ‘coz I didn’t think I could handle parenting my son and a relationship, but he wouldn’t let me go.
And tonight, he’s taking me back to that restaurant!
I love you babe. With all my heart. Here’s to seven HUNDRED more!