Hello lovelies! I'm excited to have one of my blogging friends, Joy from Confessions of a Southern Socialite here today. Joy and I "met" a few weeks ago in the blogging world as we both share a love of baking and cooking. As I got to know her, I learned more about her love story and am happy to have her here today to share it with all of you! :)
Hey y'all reading Michelle's blog, I'm Joy from Confessions from a Southern Socialite. I'm a southern belle who loves to smile, socialize, cook and blog. I usually post about my life, my love, cooking & eating, and the things I encounter with my job. Everything I blog about is my thoughts, my opinions and most importantly it's all original. Enjoy!
On May 20th, Terry and I celebrated our two year anniversary to our first date. I thought that I would share how it all started with you today.
I woke up on a humid Wednesday morning excited and nervous about the day. Why so nervous, and yet excited? Well, that evening at six o'clock, Terry would ring my doorbell to take me out on our first date.
We were set up through a mutual friend who said we would be perfect together. Considering saying no, she promised he wasn't "weird or a freak." I agreed to a date, but I told her I was old fashioned and if he wanted to go on a date, he had better make the first move. Later that day, he asked me to be his friend on facebook to get my number. A day later, we sent each other text messages during my cousins dance recital and after the recital that night on the way to their house, I heard his voice for the first time.
Two years ago, as the day dragged by so slowly — the time finally came for him to pull in my driveway. As soon as I heard his truck door shut, my heart stopped beating. And as the doorbell rang, it started again and was about to beat out of my chest. After changing clothes over and over again, I answered the door in jeans and a black and white top. As I slowly opened the door, there he was — standing there in jeans, a teal blue polo with horizontal stripes and a beautiful rose. However, I was fixated on his dimple, his incredible smile and his shy, yet adorable eyes. I honestly couldn't take my eyes off of him.
Like a gentleman, he opened the passenger door to his truck and helped me in to head to Crescent City Grill. We got there early and were one of few people already seated to eat. Of course after we ordered, he excused himself to the restroom to wash his hands — as he walked away, I figured he was leaving me. However, I was relieved when I saw him walking back to the table. After a wonderful meal and great conversations, it was time to head back to my house. Once back at the house, he walked me in and left a few minutes later. As we said our goodbyes, I had butterflies and I didn't want the night to end. He gave me a hug, lightly kissed me and walked back to his truck.
I secretly watched him leave from the guest room window. And immediately, I got on the phone with my friends who knew about the date to give them all the information. I wondered would I hear from him again? Did he enjoy the date as much as I did? Could this be the one?
My first and second question was answered about twenty five minutes later when he sent me a text message telling me he had made it home and how he enjoyed our date and looked forward to many more. And in the same text, he told me to sleep good and he would talk to me soon. The next morning on my way to work, I heard my phone ringing and answered to hear him tell me good morning. Since that day, if we aren't together, he calls to tell me good morning. There hasn't been a day in two years that I haven't heard good morning come from him.
The third question has also been answered. I know he is the one. He is my best friend. He is my soul mate. He is the one I call when I have good news or bad news. He is the one I want when I'm sick. He is the only one I ever want to wake up with. He is who I plan my life with. He is the one.
How cute are they? I love hearing sweet love stories like this one.
Happy Monday lovelies! xo