Another (what I assumed to be) ordinary Wednesday and I come
down to the kitchen this morning to find this:
Will remembers everything—even the eleventh (!!) anniversary
of our first date. Eleven years ago
today was also a Wednesday when Will picked me up in his timeworn Plymouth
Valiant. We headed to dinner at a local
Charlottesville restaurant and then caught the rerelease of E.T. (he brought
tissues in the event that I’d weep like a baby.
He knew me even then!). All in
all it was a perfect first date followed quickly by a next day phone call and
many, many more (a lifetime of) dates and dinners.
We laughed this morning at trying to recreate that first date. At this stage in our lives I’m lucky enough
to make it through dinner awake; there’s no way on earth I could follow that
with a movie. But even a simple meal out
with just Will and me feels like a first date all over again—we laugh at each
other’s jokes, we hold hands, we appreciate spending those precious minutes
together. It will probably be years
until I can make it through dinner and a movie, primarily because of these three
warm bodies:
Don’t let their stillness fool you. I am fairly certain Mickey Mouse Clubhouse
was on the TV.
Until then Will, thank you for these last eleven years. And thank you, thank you, thank you for
keeping your dance card empty. We’ll be
out there again in no time!
I love you! And happy Wednesday, everyone!
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