I had a hot date tonight.
We watched My Sister's Keeper. The book is better. The movie is good though, just a different story really. She cried. I cried.
But she did not laugh hysterically. That's good.
We watched Shadowlands together at the theatre, years ago. Baba cried until she started to laugh. There would be this really sad scene, the whole room was sniffling and she was laughing.
I just told everyone she was on a pass from the center.
I call her Baba. I think it started about the same time we learned to walk in tandem, with me behind her and my arms wrapped around her, to keep us warm on cold days in college.
Ok, it really had little to do with keeping warm.
Our first date was at Pargo's restaurant in Blacksburg. I cut my steak into little pieces to eat, figuring it made me look a little more sophisticated.
Silly, I know.
A week after we met it was Spring Break. A freak snow storm closed the school for an extra week. Her parents said they could not understand why she was so upset to be out of school.
I wore green and mustard rubber boots when I welcomed her back.
The first time I told her I loved her, I wrote it in a poem on her hand. We took a picture so she would wash her hands again.
I like to think it sank into her heart.
Nine months later I asked her to marry me. The next morning at breakfast, I asked her parents if I could. She kept her hand in her pocket all morning.
Sometimes I wonder how I got so lucky.
She's taking the babysitter home right now. She'll be home soon. I can't wait.
This post is about nothing.
This post is about everything.
This post is about a keeper.