When my husband and I were dating, he would do the smallest and greatest things…things that totally told me he loved me. Love is blind, right? He walked around most days completely void of sight. lol So, let me share some of the silly things that told me he was crazy about me.
Painting my toes! 
Little did I know, (because who goes around and checks toes?), that my piggy toe was so afflicted. There is barely a nail to paint!! Since seeing some others, I’m glad he was in the dark about how they’re supposed to look. 🙂
Picking me wildflowers!! Of course I was allergic. But he didn’t know. And neither did I until I woke up the next day with swollen eyes. Ragweed is so pretty, though. 🙂
He planned a picnic! 
It’s crazy but our adult son did this recently with his beloved. He went to a park, dressed up in suspenders, had her favorite foods, and played Frank Sinatra on a battery charged record player. How romantic. They were stopped by many people, wondering what the occasion was. He takes after his dad!! Back to that guy. He packed a crazy, creative basket and took me to the water where we ate and enjoyed ourselves. Until I sort of ruined it.
Ask me how? Without thinking, I commented that a previous boyfriend had done the same thing. 
Yeah, I know. But still he kept loving me and all my very dumb, unintentional epic fails. And I’m so happy he did/does. Time has sped past us and all the little ‘lover’ things are primarily over. I say over, but they come out on occasion. Like an intentional occasion. When we set it on the calendar, plan for a babysitter, and pray no one gets sick, the work day doesn’t go longer, and we can still manage time away. I mean all the toe painting is done by me now. With a toothbrush hanging from my mouth, on the way to an occasion where I need to wear open-toe shoes. And the flowers come from a store…who really has time to pick any?, and after the whole allergic thing, it’s safer to give from a store…on a birthday. Potted ones for mother’s day.
I guess I was just thinking back on my dating scene. Before kids. Before real life happened to us. To those times, I like spending moments remembering them. They are perfect. And as for the picnic fail….I choose to remove that sentence from the day. 😉
Cheers to everyone enjoying the blind love and gathering memories for older times. And for the older timers, keep reliving those times…they are perfection.
