It’s almost midnight and I’m waiting for Marc to get home from playing games at the neighbours. Since our husbands were otherwise engaged, a friend came over tonight and watched The Young Victoria with me. I quite enjoy that movie and both times I’ve watched it now have left me with those warm, glowy, romantic feelings. (Which is obviously why I’m sitting here waiting for Marc to get home, and not passed out in bed as I normally am at this hour.)
Tonight while we were tidying up the house, Marc put on Blue Rodeo’s album Five Days in July. If there were an album that could symbolize our dating relationship, I think that would be it. And as we listened to it tonight, I felt again those love-struck feelings I had back in those days, over 12 years ago now. Sometimes I forget. Sometimes I think I was foolish for loving Marc so much and losing my head. But there is something so special about those days when nothing else mattered but being with him (even if it meant being a miserable, blubbering mess when we were apart).
And tonight we danced in the kitchen to one of the songs, not an easy task given that we have 2 square feet of space to move between the table and the counter. But we did it — even a little swing dancing like we learned in second year university. I’m glad I could feel some of those feelings again because they are good feelings. And it’s nice to know that someone can make your heart quiver, and that after over a decade the words that were sung as we lit the unity candle are still felt:
“Tell me your dreams. Lay your head on my pillow.
Tell me the things that you hide away — your pain, your pleasure, your sorrow.”