Saturday, July 22, 2000, was the first time I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with Nancy. A friend of mine invited me to his wedding reception, and advised me to bring a date, since I wouldn't know many people there. I had been hanging out with Nancy a lot, and I, not thinking of anything other than taking a friend to a shindig with an open bar, asked if she wanted to go. On a nondescript Tuesday in the kitchen of the house on Coy Street, she said yes.
I arrived Saturday to pick her up, and we drove out to the house hosting the reception in Indian Hill. We spent most of the evening off in the corner, eating, drinking, talking, and laughing. Late that night, as I walked her to her door, she informed me that I was in no condition to drive, and I was to stay there that night.
I walked upstairs and picked out a spot on the couch in the common room, but no; she told me I could sleep in her bed... with her.
Nothing happened that night, and yet, everything happened. We never really slept, but when the sun rose in the morning, opening my eyes and seeing her there seemed right; more right than anything I had ever known. I never in my wildest dreams could have imagined the amazing journey we would share.
It was a beautiful journey which brought us to where we are.
I recently purchased the new record from Richard Hawley, Truelove's Gutter. Besides being an absolutely amazing, deep, intense record, it also contains what may in fact be the most apropos song to how I feel: "For Your Lover, Give Some Time." I don't really have anything profound or beautiful to say about it, other than please enjoy, and I hope you'll hold the one you love just a little bit tighter tonight, and for your lover, give some time.
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