My first Valentine’s Date Night, Friday, February 17, 1989 with Mike Morris:
I should have seen the handwriting on the wall. On our first Valentine’s Day together, guys who talk sports and guy stuff surrounded me. How could I have been so blind? Love can be a slippery thing.
Snow had begun to fall late in the afternoon, accumulating a recorded 10-18 inches across the entire state of North Carolina over a two-day span. I was nervous that our date would be canceled. I was nervous about going on a date for Valentine’s Day. Did he like me? Did he love me? Or not? I was uncertain and doubts clouded my mind and heart. He was focused and determined and confident, however, that we would have a romantic first Valentine’s date.
I lived with my parents in rural Kings Mountain, NC and just getting to our driveway was a slippery adventure. I worried the whole time we were out that he would not get me home safely; we may slide off the road and be stranded in the cold somewhere.
I don’t like to be cold.
Convinced that my long gravel driveway would not be safe to navigate, we parked his car at my grandparents’ house at the bottom of the hill so he could walk me home in the moonlit snow after our date.
Picture the scene:
The ice-cold stillness of the night air, filtered moonlight
peeking through the clouds, snow falling in a swirl,
gathering closer as a covering.
Right in the middle of the romantic scene (cue the music) I slipped and fell flat on my backside! Mike laughed a little more than I thought he should. I must have looked ridiculous! How could this happen? I was so embarrassed and a flush heated my neck and face as I realized my heart had completely leaped with love in this picturesque scene gone wrong.
Mike had planned the evening so well.
On our very first Valentine’s Day as an official couple,
we had opted to double-date with another couple.
Dale G. and his date were to meet us at the romantic Satterfield’s Restaurant, nestled by the creek on a wooded lot near the highway between Kings Mountain and Shelby, NC. The setting was the most romantic you could imagine.
Fireplace. Candlelight. Live piano.
Snow falling in gentle drifts by the water’s edge.
Me. Mike … and Dale.
Dale’s date had canceled on him but he came anyway. He came anyway! By himself. For Valentine’s dinner! With us!
Yep. The scene for a romantic evening for three was kinda strange. I remember looking out the window at the snow falling, enjoying my candlelight steak dinner and thinking, “I have no one to talk to.”
I’m quite sure Mike and Dale talked sports and guy stuff.
—completely wrong! Then I slipped and fell as we made our way up the long driveway to my parents’ house in the snow.
I fell in love with a man who is not only strong and brave, but also full of grace.
He helped me to my feet and we had a good laugh. Holding hands, we trekked up my parents’ driveway and kissed goodnight under the snowfall on our journey toward a lifetime of love. And we have never forgotten or neglected to laugh at this night in our story.
Romance comes unexpectedly and catches us off guard sometimes. Like when you feel like the third wheel on your own romantic date. Like when you slip and fall squarely on your pride. When you hate to be cold and then your face ignites with embarrassment and your heart with flames of love.
Romance sometimes takes hold of your hand and your heart and silently tells your insecure soul… “Happy Valentine’s Day. You are loved.”
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