Time Flies......

One of my favorite expressions is "Time Flies And Gains Speed With Each Passing Year". That sentence screams sincerity today. Before I explain why that is I'd like to share the story that started all this speediness. Back in 1985 I was babysitting next door, it was a hot, humid yet bright and beautiful July day. The two girls I was watching were a big part of my life and I'm happy to say they are still in it. I sat on the front windowed in porch reading while the oldest girl played in the room behind me and the little one was nestled in for a nap. The neighbourhood I grew up in was a small one, I've mentioned this before but the repeated reminiscing is brought up now because I was distracted from the book I was reading when I saw a handsome man walk by. You see, in my neck of the woods everyone knew each person that lived on our streets, personally and yes, we were even familiar with any visitors that came by ole Stop 26. The superb sight of this certain Senor, was one I had never seen before. As he casually walked past, my blood pumper pounded. His hair was spiked on top and long on the sides and back, his eyes I could see before he was even in ear shot range; not like I had nerve enough to say anything. To this day, I don't recall seeing peepers that seem so speckled with sparkle from the blue sky above. The only thing more noticeable to me than his sight see'rs , was his sniffer. I've always taken a liking to Fellas with a long snout and this marvelous looking man  had the nicest nose. How could this stranger be walking around my street unknown?,  he must be a thief. Indeed he was because he stole my heart that day. Everything in me wanted to drop my book, run and introduce myself but at the tender age of fourteen, I was to intimidated by his good looks and chickened out. He sure did sink in the think tank though and later that day I would discover who this young man was.

As I mentioned, we lived right next door to where I was employed, in a duplex. My Father, Sister and I lived in the upper half while a couple (friends of my Father's) with their two Daughters occupied the lower portion. I was friends with both the girls and the oldest came over to visit me while I babysat that day. Upon her arrival I asked if she had seen the gorgeous guy that was walking our street a couple hours earlier?, I described in detail the vision of him that had yet to leave my head. She laughed and said "I think you're talking about my Cousin, I can introduce you, if you like". Her Cousin?, if  I like?, well strike me smiley, schweet!, I was going to meet him. My heart raced in anticipation of this event. Yes, I said event, I was fourteen, everything was an event back then.(hehe) She explained how her Aunt and Uncle came down with some of their kids. Hours away they lived, near Ottawa and returned home for their family reunion. As she told me how they were related it dawned on me that I was living upstairs from "The Awesome Eyed Stranger's" Aunt and Uncle and that my Father had known his Mother and Father since childhood, wow!, what good fortune for me. I'm getting ahead of myself here, sorry. It's those speeding years to blame, kinda makes it all buzz by, when looking back.

True to her word, my friend went across the street to fetch her family. I waited on the front porch of her unit, trying to tame my excitement as sweat surfaced instead of seeping into my skin. As she and her two Cousins walked towards me I could feel the birds in my belly, yes, birds, butterflies are to small to describe what whipped inside me and it's love birds I believed them to be. Good glory he was gorgeous! and though I did notice his sweet smiling, Sister next to him, it's his attention alone that I was after. She introduced us and as I beamed, he batted his eyes towards the driveway below us. Shy doesn't do justice in describing his reaction to our introduction and I hardly heard him say hello, I'll let you all know that he still mumbles.(hehe) I tried to come up with good conversation but his tongue tripped over that task. Silence sliced through the awkward moment we were in and ended when one of us; I don't recall if it was his Sister, Cousin or I but the suggestion was made to go "hang out" at the old St Therese school. Oh the memories I have of that space!. It had long been closed when I came of age to attend but boy did we play on that abandoned acre or so. Did I mention it was down only a few doors from where I lived and right next to "The Stranger's" Grandfather's house?. After that day, I wouldn't see "Sir Stole My Heart"  until the following year. The next 365 days would find me making several bad choices but that's another blog entry entirely.

When he did return the next year, I was able to spend time alone with him and we even went to the show. There's a lot to be said about time apart and the guts it can give you. He didn't ask me out to the movies, I asked him and from that moment on, my nerve never gave me another problem when it came to men. We both recall what we went to see even though our eyes weren't on the screen so much. About Last Night was the name of it and I think I've mentioned it in a prior entry. Sorry folks, I'm aging and repeating oneself is part of the process. Distance and being young in years stopped us from the relationship becoming more than friends, but we would again hook up for good, five years later. Anyway, back to the title of today's blog. Time has flown and continues to gain speed. On this day, twenty-one years ago, I married that man that strummed my heart strings and still does. Today I will celebrate my Husband and all he has given me over the years. I'm also crossing my everything in hopes that The Big Guy gifts us many more years together.
Blessed I've been and on bended knee, pray to boast as such in the future.

Well this looks wordy enough and I'm in an excited way to get into this day so I'll say "see ya soonly" and hope that well health and happiness are yours. I will include two pictures, the first is of the church I proudly called my parish and it sat right across from the school I spoke of above. Nowhere online was there a picture of St Therese and only one of the church. Unfortunately, Hubby and I weren't married there but it also holds happy memories for me so I'll add it here. The second shot is of my Husband and I back in 1990 when he moved here from his families house near Ottawa. It's slightly shocking seeing us so young and unwed. Yes indeed everyone, time does fly and gain speed. Don't let anyone ever tell you otherwise!
(I edited this to add a pic from our Annivesary evening out)