How one dinner can change your life

Twelve years ago tonight, I sat in a café having dinner with a dark-haired guy who had glasses and a kind face.  Our conversation was easy and fun and went on for hours, in spite of the fact that it was a school night for me and it was a half-hour drive back home for him.   Even after I finally put on my coat at about 10:30, we still sat at the table chatting for quite a while.  Neither one of us was in any hurry to end the evening.

Ten months later, we were engaged.

Not long ago, Matthew asked me, “Mommy, why did you marry Daddy?”  I found that a fascinating question, coming from a six-year-old.   And there are so many ways to answer the question.  He is kind.  He is smart.  He gets me.  I told him  my most deeply personal stories and they didn’t scare him away.  He is handsome.   He is open-minded towards those who see the world differently.  I knew he would be a good daddy.   All of those answers are true.

But maybe, it comes down to this: I married him because on February 8th, 2001, I sat with him at a small candlelit table in downtown Palo Alto and we talked for hours and nothing short of a nuclear blast could have pulled either one of us away from that table.  We did not want the conversation to end.  And, in a way, it never has.

3 Responses to How one dinner can change your life

  1. What a beautiful story, what a beautiful life. Thanks for sharing this.

  2. How sweet! And happy birthday, too. I’d say 40 is the new 25… The best is yet to come.

  3. Ginny, I loved your first date story!! Beautifully written!! And I remember your excited phone call to me (in my classroom!) the morning after that date, telling me what a wonderful time you’d had !! Love and Hugs, Mom