Butterflies and weak knees!

I absolutely love, love, love the feeling of butterflies and weak knees. Not the kind you get from drinking a little too much tequila the night before. The kind you get when you haven't seen someone you love in awhile. I still get that feeling about my husband - even after twenty years.

On May 4th this year, my husband and I will celebrate twenty years together. On one hand it seems like forever and on the other it seems like yesterday. That butterfly, weak knee feeling has really been with me as far as this man is concerned since the very moment I met him. That is a vision that always feels like yesterday.  He was wearing black wranglers, cowboy boots, a white t-shirt and baseball cap. It was August. Summer was coming to an end. It was apparent he had allowed the warm rays of the summer sun to touch his body. His skin was the most incredible shade of caramel which seemed to provide the perfect back drop for an incredible smile. He was shooting pool. We met in a honky-tonk called Cowboy's which sat high up on a hill in McAlester. It was a great bar with worn wood walls, neon beer signs and a huge dance floor.

I happened to be playing DJ that night, spinning records and stirring up the crowd. I could not keep my eyes off of this absolutely beautiful man. The way he controlled the pool table, standing straight legged, bending over at the waist, his face strategic and serious, a half smoked cigarette holding steady between his lips. He  joked with his friends, sharing laughter and drinking beer. It was captivating to watch this man who seemed to be totally unaware and humble. He wasn't one of those cocky guys who is all about himself, being loud and disrespectful. He was the opposite. Quiet, unassuming and gentle.

I can't really remember how much time passed. I thought my stares had been more subtle, but thinking back I think they might have been more stalker like. He was after all, absolutely beautiful. I suppose he startled me when he asked me to dance. I suppose I acted all cool, like it was no big deal and that he was lucky I said yes. That's when it started. The butterflies began to flutter. My usually strong and confident knees began to feel like honey. That young, giddy girl feeling. The feeling I had worked so hard to cover up and control. He reached out his strong hand inviting me to take his.  His fingers touched mine. The rest as they say is history. Twenty years worth. Twenty years of fun times and sad times. Twenty years of tears and laughter. Twenty years worth of butterflies and weak knees. Twenty years of love.