Happy it is Thursday, and today is the end of my 4 day work week. I worked four 6 hour days, topped off with my allergist visit this afternoon. I drove home from work, and my husband drove me to the allergist, then we went out to a nice seafood restaurant with ambiance. We each had a cup of chowder, I had a salad, he had some. And then we split a fish and chip dinner. There were dimmed lights, and Christmas lights, and music, and we reminisced of a cold December night in 1978 when we met.
He crashed a Christmas party for the place he used to work, and I was there. He had never seen me before, and since I had only worked there a few months, I hadn't ever seen him either. Our eyes met, and we kept looking each other over through the night. It took Ron a long time to get up the guts to come over to meet me. He finally did once his friend said "I'm gonna kick you in the pants if you don't go over and meet her. She keeps staring at you, and you keep staring at her."
So, he came over, squatted down own one knee and said "I hear you took Wendy's job?"
My reply - "No, I just took her chair."
We started to chat, but the music was loud, so I suggested we take the conversation out to the long couches in the hallway between the banquet rooms. It was a cold snowy December night.
We talked, and talked. Then we returned to the hall and we danced. Ron had a little too much liquid courage, and placed a big one on my lips after one of the songs ended that we danced to. I know I turned as red as my outfit. It was our first kiss and I felt all eyes on us!
It really was the beginning of a long and beautiful relationship. Saturday is the actual anniversary of our meeting - December 8, 1978 (it was a Friday night) - but going out to dinner, and seeing a Christmas party in adjoining rooms at the restaurant made me think about that night so many years ago.
That evening after the party we went out for hot chocolate. He had asked me to go out for coffee, but I did not drink it at the time, and said I would have a cocoa. We sipped our hot beverages and gazed at each other and continued to become acquainted talking and talking for many hours, even beyond midnight. And we set our first date for the following Monday evening - dinner and a movie.
That first kiss was a doozy. So, Ron has the next four nights off from work and we have plans to attend a church "Yankee Swap" Christmas party, go to our grandson's third birthday party, find a place for hot cocoa and dessert, and just spend the next few days enjoying each others' company. My husband is ever the romantic, and I am so grateful for God placing us in this marriage.
My husband just brought me a cup of cocoa. I think he must be thinking of the same things as I am.
Our words to each other still ring true, "Merry Christmas, I love you."