The Past

I know it's been a while since my last post, as one of my friends reminded me of this afternoon. There's been a bit going on here, which I'll get into at some point...but not right now. Anyway, I told this friend that I was having "writer's block", I couldn't seem to think of anything I wanted to write about. I'm still a bit new to this blogging thing, I tend to censor myself alot.

Anyway, she then started asking me about my first date. Which got me thinking. I never really had a real first date until after Tom and I started dating. At least none of the guys I dated before ever really felt like a date before him. As alot of you know, I was 20 years old when I married Tom. Which means I've been with him for the majority of my adult life. As I was telling her about my first date with Tom I got thinking back to the details of that night. I guess you could call it the night that started it all.

We had already been "together" for about a week. We decided to get involved in a relationship at a party my brother was throwing about a month after I got back from Hawaii (that's a whole other blog post lol). I've known Tom since I was about 14. He was a close friend of my brothers. But until that party I never looked at him as more than a friend of my family's. I'll still never figure out what about that night changed things. I just remember a mutual friend telling me I should flirt with him. And I had enough to drink at that point where I was like "sure why not". I never intended it to turn into anything until he kissed me. You know how in the movies the first kiss is always so amazing? You see fireworks and the romantic music is playing, the kind that makes your heart all warm and fuzzy? Well, at the risk of sounding corny that's what it was like the first time Tom kissed me. At that moment I knew I had found something truly special.

Anyway, that first date we went to this local Italian restaraunt called LaBella's. It's not a fancy gourmet restaraunt or anything (but he did take me to a 5 star restaraunt our first Valentines day together, he used to work there lol), but the food was always amazing. I had this angelhair pasta in a white wine sauce, but the sauce was pink, with shrimp. It was SO good lol. Tom, being your typical man, stuck with pizza and beer. I was a little nervous, but I just kept telling myself that he was the same man I've known for years. Once I realized that, it was like talking to an old friend. We laughed about how funny it was that we ended up together. Before he only saw me as a little sister type. He used to get on me for not doing my homework, or failing my classes. By the end of the night I was almost positive that he was the man I was meant to spend my life with.

And here we are, 7 and a half years later, 2 kids, still together, still mostly in love. As my friend had me thinking of that night, I couldn't help but think about the guys I dated before Tom. Of course being young, at least when I was young, I didn't really know what romance was. And to be honest I didn't really know what self worth was. Alot of my boyfriends I met at parties, had more one night stands than I care to admit. One serious long-term relationship before Tom, which ended with me getting my heart broken and my brother chasing him with crutches.

And then, here comes Tom. Totally unlike any other guy I dated, he was much older. But he was smart, and funny. I loved his smartass, dry I guess you could say, sense of humor. The man can find a joke in almost anything. I loved his smile, and his eyes. I remember when I was pregnant with Connor praying that he got Tom's eyes and smile. Which thankfully, he did. I'm not really sure what the point of this blog is, Just some thoughts i was gettin out of my brain lol. Get out and enjoy the sunshine.