3.08.2012

real fine love

"Jack Daniels on the rocks, please," I said.

"Yeah. Rock-n-roll drink," replied the man who would become my husband.

A group of us were out at a live show. Whiskey, in the drunk's order of things, was an efficient drink for the evening, allowing for maximum dancing and minimum need for the bathroom.

He doesn't drink. He had ordered a Coke. But my mind registered the compliment. I have been impressive to him.

"I guess." I blushed, squeezed his hand, ran off to dance.

I should have known what was coming.

But I did know. Real and fine.

Love.


I'm playing 100 Word Song over at My Blog Can Beat Up Your Blog. This week's song is "Have A Little Faith In Me" by John Hiatt.

It's our wedding anniversary. Ten years ago today, my husband and I fell in love at a John Hiatt show. Nine years ago today, we were married. Tonight, we're going to see They Might Be Giants at the same venue. And I'd marry him all over again.