guffey love: Thought I loved him then.

Monday, October 25, 2010

Thought I loved him then.

Saturday was 6 years to the day K and I started officially dating. We had been spending all of our time together for the past month and I think both of us were scared to ask the other one where we stood. So, I spent my entire month's allowance on tickets to the Alabama/Tennessee game. That'll do it. He had always wanted to go, and I so wanted to impress him. Who cares if I didn't eat that month. It would work itself out. Surely my parents would give me more money for food...no matter how mad they were that I had made a very, very poor financial decision...I wouldn't go hungry... right? So I got the tickets. (sorry dad!) I surprised K. He was impressed. When he asked how I got them - knowing I was a broke college kid and these tickets were $$$- I told him I had connections. What an idiot. I guess it was kind of true, if connections were my parents. Giving me money to live on, not impress boys with. Really, what's the difference? Anyway, we went. The seats were way high and away, but he insisted that there wasn't a bad seat in the stadium. What a nice guy. Alabama lost by 4. That was lousy. We ran through Krystals (of course) after the game and started back home. After a while of driving I couldn't help it. I had to know what the deal was. I liked this guy. I mean, I think I already loved him. So I just said it: "So, what are we?" No beating around the bush, no easing my way into it. Like a blunt force trauma. Are you surprised? And the rest is a long, passionate, twisty, curvy, roller coaster of a romantic history. It's exhausting to think about really.

I never, ever would have guessed 6 years ago that we would be here. Insanely happily married with the most amazing daughter that there could be. Like, whoa. I'm so glad I got those tickets. Aren't you daddy? :)

I have thought several times throughout the past 6 years that I couldn't love K any more. It wasn't possible. Yet, every time I see him - sleeping in the morning, making me coffee, yelling at the TV during football season, playing the guitar, pushing the grocery cart, or holding, kissing and giggling with our sweet baby girl- i get a little knot in my throat. And there it is. A little more love.