This time of year makes me sappy. (Okay, so I’m always sappy!)
But Valentine’s Day always makes me think about the early days of my romance with Captain Cavedweller. We had our first date the day after Christmas.
Maybe I should mention here that his parents and mine (mostly our dads) were conspiring to set us up on a blind date.
They tried for months, but we didn’t make it easy on the would-be matchmakers. One of us usually found an excuse why a date wouldn’t work at a particular time. My dad needed some truck parts that I was supposed to go to pick up at CC’s parents house (instead of the part’s store) on my way home from work. Apparently, the plan was for CC to be the only one there to answer the door. However, I got off work early, and CC was nowhere around.
When all their attempts to get us together failed, things took a turn when CC’s car broke down when he came home from college for Christmas break. His dad (who was a truck mechanic), refused to fix it unless CC called me and set up a date.
I had been dragging my feet because my thought was, “if this guy is such a loser his parents have to set him up on a blind date, why do I want to go out with him.”
Apparently, he was thinking the same thing.
Anyway, he finally gave me a call and we set up a date for the day after Christmas. The plan was for him to pick me at a place I was housesitting that was just a few blocks from his parents’ home. My mom and I went shopping the morning of December 26, and I bought a new blouse to wear. I got ready and was waiting for my blind date to arrive. Nerves twisted in my stomach. But I told myself I could endure one terrible evening with this guy. I continued waiting. And waiting. When he was twenty minutes late, I concluded he wasn’t coming, turned off the porch light and was just heading to the bedroom to change when the phone rang. He sounded both angry and apologetic as he explained he couldn’t find the house.
I gave him directions and within minutes he arrived, in the car his dad had fixed.
Nervously wiping my damp palms on the sides of my dress slacks, I took a deep breath as he rang the doorbell and opened it, not expecting to look into the gorgeous blue eyes of a really cute guy.
As he gave me a sheepish smile, something fluttered in my midsection dispelling that knot of nerves. And I knew, in that moment that I was going to marry Captain Cavedweller. Don’t ask me how I knew. I just knew.
We’d rushed to catch the movie (which was a sappy romance with Mel Gibson) then ate dinner at a Mexican restaurant just down the street from the theater.
Our goodnight was a kiss to the cheek, but I made him dinner New Year’s Eve. He left to return to college, and I just prayed if he was the one meant for me, I’d hear from him again.
A week later, he’d transferred back to the local college and we started dating. Seriously.
That first Valentine’s Day we were dating, I received gifts all week. A white teddy bear sporting a red satin ribbon with a heart shaped brooch attached to it. Candy. A single rose. Valentine’s Day, I got a dozen roses, and I realized then that CC excelled at gift giving. He also excelled at making me a sappy, starry-eyed girl.
I never imagined I’d meet someone who was the other half of my heart, who knew me so well, and loved me so deeply and tenderly. I have been so incredibly blessed by CC and his love for me. And I’m grateful everyday our parents didn’t give up on nudging us together, and that God had a plan for us even if it took us a beat to get on board with it.
I’d love to hear your love story!
Happy Valentine’s Day!