Farmer's Market

This morning, I was walking around the farmer's market, thinking of you…

Thinking about how many Saturdays we've probably both gone there over the past decade, but never even once bumped into each other, and wondering why that is (……… at a guess, I'm probably there and back again before you're even sipping your first cup of coffee… but have I mentioned that one of my favorite ways to waste away an early Saturday morning is imagining lounging around in bed with you, doesn't even matter whether you're awake, too, or snoring away, so long as I can glance over from time to time and see you resting so peacefully, and see those beautiful eyes that I just spent all night dreaming of as they slowly open to greet the new day…)

Thinking about lazily meandering around the place, wondering which booths you like to stop at, whether you have any favorites…

Thinking about stopping at the winery booth, enjoying their samples… again.

And I was thinking of all those things, when a new thought popped into my mind. Something I had remarkably never thought of before…

I imagined walking around the market with you, running into someone you knew, perhaps someone from work, or from a training you did…

And you, introducing me… As your husband.

And I know it is far, far too soon. We aren't even together yet, but… I think my heart skipped about 30 beats in that moment. I very nearly collapsed, just from the thought of it…

Yeah, I know it's too soon, but…

I also know what I want. And that's you, by my side, for the rest of my life. Walking around the farmer's market, late on a Saturday morning, hand in hand.

Heaven.

Gosh, I love you so.

Yours.