I mentioned that his daughter posted a comment on our mutual social media connection about receiving a sewing machine as a gift and wanting to take sewing classes. After a pause, I announced,”we should do that, too.”
“What? Take sewing lessons?” His face screwed into a particular shape I’d never seen; and then he said, “Um, I’m not feeling that, Hun. You should take classes.”
A few minutes later, he was moving about the bedroom, preparing to leave for his gig. I was stretched across the bed, watching a movie where the male lead takes ballroom dance lessons; and he made a sudden announcement.
“Now Salsa lessons or something like that… that would be cool.”
“You would you do that?” I asked, watching him as he walked toward the bed.
Stopping at the bedside just above my face, his expression suddenly serious, “I would do almost anything to ensure you are completely happy for the rest of your life.”
“Yeah, right, you’re just saying that,” and then, “Are you just saying that?”
He looked directly at me; and with a solemn, but commanding tone, “I love you, Honey, and I want us to spend the rest of our lives together.”
Startled, but trying to keep it light, I responded, “You say that like you just made that discovery.”
“I just realized how much,” and as he leaned over to kiss me with one of those real kisses that has its own soundtrack,”🎤it’s in his ki-ii-iss🎶” is the only sound I can hear.
“Mmmm…I like those kinds of kisses,” swooning and unable to open my eyes.
So he leaned over and kissed me again, even more intensely perfect, as if I hadn’t felt it clearly enough the first time. And as I opened my eyes to read his face, I said, half-jokingly, “Well, it’s good to know I haven’t been loving you in vain.”
“I’m just glad to love someone who loves me. And we have to really make this work.”
God, how I love that man.