[so we had kissed and then I brought him home for Thanksgiving...]
Mr. Cob came home with me for Thanksgiving in 2005. I was very vague in explaining to my family who was coming with me. A friend from school. I'm still not sure why my mom didn't ask me more questions about who he was and why he was coming to dinner. Then again, she loves a crowd and has a "the more the merrier" attitude. So the fam welcomed this mystery man.
He made an impression on them immediately. He's funny. Which helps. But then he didn't eat Thanksgiving day dinner with us, which was odd, but didn't seem to affect any one's opinion of him. Before we started doing this dating dance, an old friend from high school who lived in GA invited Mr. Cob to eat turkey dinner with her family, knowing he didn't have time to fly home to the Midwest for the holiday. He said yes, grateful for the invitation, and not knowing I was about to come around. Luckily her family lived ten minutes away from mine so he didn't have to go far. After I dropped him off, I came home and took a little nap. Afterwards, as I was walking downstairs, before anyone realized I was up, I heard my mom, brother's fiance and mom's best friend all talking in the kitchen. "Who was this boy? What was our relationship?" I sat and smiled as I heard them talk about how they liked him and hoped that maybe some sort of romance was brewing.
They were right.
Our romance took off from there. I realized I really, truly cared about him when he was home for over two weeks during Christmas and we could only talk on the phone. I missed him and finally saw that this the real thing.
The rest, as they say, is history. And tomorrow, we'll celebrate our second wedding anniversary. I am a lucky girl. I married a wonderful, loving and kind man. I'm forever grateful that I finally woke up and saw him for the amazing guy he is. I love you Mr. Cob. More than you'll ever know.
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