This Wednesday's prompt is the word: SNOWFALL.
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This morning I was checking the weather for the week. Looks like they are calling for snow on Saturday. This Saturday is Valentine's Day. I told my husband all I wanted to do was get dressed up real fancy and go out to dinner. I picked the restaurant that we had our first MAJOR date.
Saturday's weather forecast reminded me of said date. The morning of February 14, 2007 was a work day. It had snowed the night before, but I only lived 5 miles away from work. So I got my snow boots on, brushed the snow off my car and started to head to work. Well, for the life of me, I could not get my car over this small hill out of my neighborhood. I must have tried for 30 minutes with no luck.
So I caved. I called Jim (a good co-worker, good friend, had one movie date, friend at the time), asked if he would be kind enough to pick me up and drive me to work (because we worked together and it was on his way). He said yes. So I walked to the main road and waited for him to pick me up. Any ordinary day, right? No, wrong. Jim had asked me to go out to dinner...for Valentine's Day. So, here we are, Valentine's Day and I need a ride from a man I am going out to eat with later. Well, I spoiled a huge surprise by not being able to drive myself to work. In the back of his car hung his suit and roses...two dozen roses.
Great, I felt terrible for spoiling that. None the less, we headed off to work. Was a regular work day at the newspaper. During our lunch break I asked Jim to take me back home so I could get my car, because I needed to be able to get back home to change before our date later. Spoiled enough as it was. He gave me the roses then when dropping me off at home. The cards where so sweet and really caught me off guard. First note said something along the lines of Happy Valentine's Day. The second note said how excited he was that we were becoming friends but that one day hoped we could be more. *heart explode*
I remember being so nervous before he picked me up for our dinner plans. I'd bought a new dress, new shoes, whole nine yards, right? He was the most perfect gentleman. Ringing the door bell, opening the car door. Remember, there was still snow on the ground. It was COLD and some of the wet roads were starting to freeze. Arrive at the restaurant and he let's me take his arm to help me walk across the parking lot. I remember almost breaking my neck slipping on a icy spot...real graceful Melanie.
Dinner went on without a problem. I could have picked better shoes, because I could barely walk in them on a non-slick floor. But great conversation, plenty of laughs, perfect gentleman helping me back to the car. Again with the nerves....see, this was our second official date. First date was a trip to the movies. I thought it went great, but the night ended without a kiss, without a hug, yeah not even a hand shake (later learned he was tired, ha!) Back to the Valentine's date...he walked me to my door and I asked if he wanted to come in, he said yes. We shared our first kiss that night.
Funny that a word like snowfall would bring back such an amazing memory. Even with it being a major (Hallmark) holiday, I rarely think of this date. Thanks WODW link up for the memories! Interested to see how our date will go this Saturday, will it snow? I can promise I will wear shoes I know how to walk in!