Thursday, September 28, 2006

A sweater and a memory

I get up early on Friday mornings to skate. Fridays are my day off. Being a creature of habit, I generally start my day off at the rink before heading to Mom and Dad's house. Mom doesn't often to go work on Fridays. We spend a bit of quality time together.

On Thursday night, I always get my things together for Friday. Otherwise, I end up leaving my apartment late, then getting on the ice late, then being annoyed with myself.

I think that I might be seeing Colin tomorrow, so this evening I dug into my closet with the intention of finding an outfit that didn't look like an ensemble my grandma would pull together.

I pulled out the sweater that I wore the first time Colin and I ever spent time together outside of soccer.

That's how we know each other. Soccer. Since we were freshmen in high school, actually. That's a long time.

One day, eightish years later, we finally went to the bar together.

And I wore a cream sweater.

And I was already infatuated with him.

It's funny what you remember.

I have a really good memory.

I was just finishing up baking cookies with my younger cousins Max and Paige. Valentine's Day sugar cookies, actually. We'd made an enormous mess.

My mom asked me if I wanted to go to Marshall Field's with her. I told her yes and, a few minutes later, Colin called.

And I froze.

I asked him how long he was going to be at the bar. I...I...my mom and I were going to go shopping. But. I could meet him there when I was done?

My mom waved me off. "Go!" she hissed at me.

And so I went.

You know what my mom said to me before I left? "That Colin's a nice boy. You can marry him."

And, at the risk of a jinx or a curse of just plain o' counting your eggs before they hatch, I think I'll just leave it at that.

1 comments:

Mrs. Architect said...

I, too, have a great memory and can remember exact details as you have. Have a FAB weekend!!

 
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