Friday, August 18, 2017

Fuzzy, Warm Love

And each of them has/had a name. Please don't test me . . .
My first date with my Husby-to-be was memorable.
On so many levels.
You can read about it here.
Go ahead . . . we'll wait . . .
Our second date was even more memorable. But for more exciting reasons.
It was the occasion of our first kiss.
Let me see if I can describe it . . .
Chore time. The sun has set.
Darkness drifts slowly over the prairie.
A large, quiet feed lot. Young bulls in the background, munching on grains.
The smell of fresh manure wafts on the cool, autumn breeze.
A young man and woman snared in the light of the mercury-vapour lamp.
Hey, this is ranching country, what did you expect? The light of the moon?! 
Their eyes lock. They move closer . . .
You get the picture.
Romantic?
Okay, maybe not to the normal person.
Fortunately for me, Husby-to-be was as un-normal as his wife-to-be.
A perfect match.
But the date was only beginning. After our kiss, we returned to my parent’s home.
And that’s when I received my second surprise of the evening.
When we stepped into the vestibule (ooh! I like that word), Husby-to-be pulled a little package out of his pocket. “Here,” he said, smiling. “I brought you something.”
Have I mentioned that I love surprises? Well, I do.
Moving on . . .
I quickly opened the little bag and tipped out two little fuzzy men. Pom-pom people. With magnets on the back.
Ooooh! Cute!
“Thank you!” I said. Then I gave him a kiss.
It seemed like an appropriate response. And I’d just discovered he was a great kisser.
Ahem . . .
And so began a tradition that lasted for years and covered a large part of our fridge.
Until a bottle of home-made root beer sprayed all over them.
Sigh.
Then they were relegated to a shadow box.
For safety.
And posterity.
I love traditions.
Almost as much as I love my Husby . . .

13 comments:

  1. Beginnings are so much fun. What a sweet story.

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  2. Sometimes we start these traditions and over the years they get a tad out of hand...my Mom did that with salt and pepper shakesrs and spoons.

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    1. Oh, my word! My mom collected salt and pepper shakers! MIL collected spoons. Hundreds. Of. Spoons.

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  3. Your tale of the warm fuzzies has spread them...

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  4. Too bad there's no way to clean the root beer off. Such a sweet story!

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    1. I tried cleaning one when the Root Beer was fresh. I ruined it! I decided they might be a little stained, but they would be whole!
      And thank you!

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  5. What a great story and the fuzzies are adorable!!

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    1. They don't quite compare to collecting pugs. But close . . .

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  6. Then years later, I started a new tradition with your daughter. Gum wrapper hearts!

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  7. This is an attractive way to store them - and even better, they stay dust-free! To be honest, I'd rather fuzzy animals than diamonds anyhow ...

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