I was freezing. We had just finished an incredible Valentine’s Day dinner and were running through the streets of Chicago trying to find a little jazz bar that my extremely good looking boyfriend insisted on visiting for an after dinner drink. Much to the relief of my high-heeled toes, we found this cozy little place, warm with piano music and dim lights and the tiniest dance floor.
My handsome date asked me to dance (of course, he was an amazing dancer) and the air filled with a perfect rendition of Sinatra’s “The Way You Look Tonight.” We danced, my glass or two of wine making me feel almost as warm and relaxed as the man spinning me around the floor. As the music slowed to a stop and the amazing voice at the piano quieted, my mind began to spin.
Not from the dance moves but from my view…
my view of my dance partner, on one knee, a diamond catching the candle light in the room.
The dance floor was packed, hadn’t we bumped into a couple or two? I’m sure of it. When I think back to that moment I don’t remember another person in that perfect place. I also have no idea what my now-husband said while his mouth moved between Jessica and Will you marry me? I’m sure it was fantastic but the music was too loud and apparently I can’t read lips and to punish me, my husband, to this day, will not repeat his engagement speech.
I was not worried about the middle anyway, the beginning and end were all that I needed to hear.
He picked me up and spun me around, cheesy romance movie style, and when my feet touched the ground the room filled again, a dance floor of onlookers clapping and awww‘ing at our lovestruck display.
We made plans to return to Chicago every Valentine’s Day from then on, to our little place where my perfect Valentine claimed me for the rest of our lives. Looking back it seems funny that we thought life would never get in the way and we would be free to run off to Chicago every year in February.
Ignorance is bliss I guess.
So is the rest of your life with your Valentine.
Was there ever a Valentine’s Day before this one? I can’t remember a single one.
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