Wednesday, November 17, 2010

The Epitome of Love

To me, the epitome of love is my man wrapping his arms around me from behind and dancing in the kitchen with food on the stove while listening to a song on the radio, more specifically, NPR. I don't really understand why that screams love to me, because it's so random and strange. Maybe because I watched my dad and stepmom Pam do that so much and I know they're in love? Either way, I've always wanted that to happen.

The first time it happened with Vince I thought I was going to have a heart attack because I got so happy my heart was beating a million beats per minute. That was like ultimate happiness for me. Even now when he dances with me like that, I fall in love all over again. I immediately get the goosebumps, close my eyes, and smile.

I've never told him how I feel when he does that and I think it's because I don't want him to do it when I'm mad at him. He would totally use it against me!
It truly is one of the best feelings in the world though.

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