11 Years ago today, I met a boy in a Greek restaurant for lunch. He met me before he went to work, wearing jeans and sneakers with holes in them.
He kept me waiting 45 minutes while he tried to get the new contact lenses in - that he'd bought just for our date.
I had spent forever getting ready, doing my hair - doing my face.....not too much make up it was broad daylight I couldn't count on bar lighting to hide any over doing it.
11 years ago today he told me I was beautiful over plates of hummus and gyros.
And then after our date he walked me to the curb where I was parked, kissed me five times and walked down the street to go to work.
This morning, I woke up next to him.
Our children running around like monkeys, our house cold because for some reason it's COLD out now (isn't this the south, isn't it supposed to be warm here)......and as I snuggled into his arms I couldn't help but think....
I'm so glad a cook once asked me out.
He changed my whole life. And mostly, I feel something like this.....