Mrs. kcrazorback and I just returned from a long weekend in Florida--a long kid-free weekend in Florida, that is. Kid-free weekends are the best kind. Don't get me wrong: I love my kid.
But I love my wife, too. In fact, I don't get enough time with her. In those rare moments that we have that aren't dominated by the concerns of this world--work, kid, home, cars, paying for gasoline, whatever--those old college days come flying back.
We were college sweethearts, you see. We've now been married for 19 years. But, every time I look at that girl I see my college sweetheart--just as she looked in 1986. One of my strongest memories is what her perfume smelled like in college. I hear her voice and summer of 1988 late night phone calls come to mind. Her every touch reminds me of two decades ago.
I still love: walking with her, talking with her, eating out together, traveling with her, making plans with her, laughing together. I can't get enough of her. I never will.
I'm so thankful for last weekend on Captiva Island. Florida is wonderful.
Thanks to my inlaws for watching our daughter for the weekend. I enjoyed watching theirs.
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Oooh! I'll never forget when you brought her home for the first time. I was so nervous! I was mortified because I was barefoot. After you left, she sent me a birthday card for my tenth birthday. She was the first to tell me I was a decade old. I thought she was way cool. I still do, too. :)
How romantic.
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