#93 - Celebrate
Written on the Fourth of July when I couldn't fall asleep.
The fourth of July, the loud and explosive celebration of our nation’s founding.
Every year, I always think back to our first and only one together. We had been that happy-go-lucky-in-love couple, despite the fact that neither of us had said “the ‘l’ word” at that point in our relationship. It was the heat of the summer-and a sweltering summer at that.
We had camped out in the park near campus, picnic basket and blankets in tow, and had staked our spot there since early in the afternoon. By the time dinner rolled around, there was barely enough room to stretch out on our blanket. Perhaps I’m exaggerating, but nevertheless it was too crowded for our liking.
She curled up against me as the lights in the park were dimmed and the sun set. The warmth of her body was soothing despite the summer heat and I held her tightly. We had brought along books to read in case we were that bored, but they never left their spot in our basket; our conversation was enough to carry us through the passing time.
I think that night was when I completely fell for her. There was nothing outstanding that happened either, trust me; I’ve replayed it over and over in my mind. It was just one of those casual evenings where you end up learning so much about the person without even realizing it.
We cuddled together beneath the stars and watched the fireworks, still chatting amiably between the loud explosions. It was light, carefree-the perfect evening without even planning it. When the spectacle had ended, we loitered around for a little while longer to let the majority of the crowd go in front of us. I walked her back to her dorm room and said goodnight, more elated than I could ever remember.
In that one celebrated, enchanted evening, I had found my everything in Molly.
The fourth of July, the loud and explosive celebration of our nation’s founding.
Every year, I always think back to our first and only one together. We had been that happy-go-lucky-in-love couple, despite the fact that neither of us had said “the ‘l’ word” at that point in our relationship. It was the heat of the summer-and a sweltering summer at that.
We had camped out in the park near campus, picnic basket and blankets in tow, and had staked our spot there since early in the afternoon. By the time dinner rolled around, there was barely enough room to stretch out on our blanket. Perhaps I’m exaggerating, but nevertheless it was too crowded for our liking.
She curled up against me as the lights in the park were dimmed and the sun set. The warmth of her body was soothing despite the summer heat and I held her tightly. We had brought along books to read in case we were that bored, but they never left their spot in our basket; our conversation was enough to carry us through the passing time.
I think that night was when I completely fell for her. There was nothing outstanding that happened either, trust me; I’ve replayed it over and over in my mind. It was just one of those casual evenings where you end up learning so much about the person without even realizing it.
We cuddled together beneath the stars and watched the fireworks, still chatting amiably between the loud explosions. It was light, carefree-the perfect evening without even planning it. When the spectacle had ended, we loitered around for a little while longer to let the majority of the crowd go in front of us. I walked her back to her dorm room and said goodnight, more elated than I could ever remember.
In that one celebrated, enchanted evening, I had found my everything in Molly.