I remember when my boyfriend who wasn’t my husband yet….
…..left for boot camp.
I hugged him tight and wished him well and waved good-bye and told him to have a wonderful life.
And I thought I would never see him again.
He was nice and sweet and kind with twinkling brown eyes….but I had big plans.
I was 21 and single with a prairie skirt and high heels with lace socks.
Watch out world.
And as he walked away….he turned back before he got into the truck and waved.
And he smiled the smile I knew so well and his eyes twinkled one last time for me….and my heart gave a little leap.
But I ignored it.
I didn’t have time for distractions or boot camps or sailors or twinkling eyes.
I had plans.
So my plans and my prairie skirt and I returned to college.
And we clicked our high-heeled-lace-sock-pumps together and scheduled dates and parties and tail-gating events and barbeques and moonlit walks by the river.
And it was fun.
For a while.
Until I heard a joke or a funny story or had a fashion emergency or received an A on a test or came up with a brilliant idea…..
….that only a pair of twinkling eyes would understand.
I tried to ignore it.
I tried to shake it off.
I tried to remember my plans.
But I couldn’t.
So I distracted myself with long phone calls to my mother and brownie fudge sundaes and episodes of Oprah.
Bless my heart.
And somewhere between 27 bites of chocolate and the Phil Donahue show and Oprah lugging in a giant wagon full of lard…..
….I fell in love.
I fell in love with a sailor.
Who I said good-bye to.
Who I had just broken up with.
Who at the present moment was half way across the country….at boot camp…..without a single solitary means of communication.
And there wasn’t a cell phone or e-mail or internet or any way to tell someone that you were silly and you had totally changed your mind and you never wanted to be away from them again and you were totally, absolutely, positively 100%…..
……in love with them.
Weeks went by…..and then one day the phone rang.
A pair of brown eyes twinkled from the pay phone at the other end.
He told me he had waited an hour in line at boot camp and he only had five minutes and he knew I was probably busy……but he missed me.
The girl with the big plans.
And I said…..nothing.
I wanted to…..but I was sobbing.
So my heart spoke for me.
And right then….on a cold gray February morning on a pay phone with a tender note in his voice……a sailor told a girl he loved her…..
…..and she told him she loved him right back. 🙂
PS You can read the rest of the story…..here.