Weekend Trip

What a beautiful weekend. J & I went to Katy, Texas for his friend’s wedding. This was our first weekend away together, so needless to say I was a bit nervous the week before. Three full days of being together non-stop.

We had dinner, relaxed in the outdoor hot tub and pool, visited his friends, shopped, and just goofed off together. Saturday night we went to the wedding, which was outdoors on a golf course. The backdrop was the sun setting and after they were announced as man and wife, they all drove away on golf carts for a few putts at the end of the course. Then it was inside for drinks and dancing.

The test: would J pull me on the dance floor if a slow song came on? While this seems trivial, to me its one of the most romantic things a man can do with a woman. I grew up in a family that loved to dance. When I was a child my father would turn the radio on low late at night and pull my mother up off the couch in her gown and barefeet to dance to what ever slow song was playing. Every family reunion was centered around dancing.

Of course I just melted when J walked me to the dance floor. I wish I could remember what song was playing. All I can remember was his singing and my laughing. He’ll probably kill me if he reads this. He has his own renditions of certain songs, incorporating my name in them. Have I mentioned the man is hilarious? I would share what his lyrics are, but again, he’s probably reading this.

Damn it.