Jul 01 2008
For the love of….
Eggos. I heart Eggos. Waffles that is. Yes, they are frozen and yes real ones would be better, but I’m a busy mom and well, these are “convenient”. I’m not sure if its a pregnancy craving or a general love in general. I’ll tell you in a few days, hopefully. However, I did forget to tell you all about the FREE waffle I was blessed with on my trip to Charlotte, NC.
It was the last day there, hubby and I had actually driven over to the rental car road so that we could take it back before going to the airport. We saw “Waffle House” and decided to stop there for lunch. YUM!! I thought, but opted for a patty melt with hashbrowns rather than a waffle. Bad thing was the entire time I sat there I smelled and saw those steamy hot waffles being pulled off the irons, torture, pure torture.
Finally, they pulled one off, the cook hollers for the waitress who needs the waffle, and he hollers, and he hollers until finally he says, “Ma’am”, I look up, “Is he talking to me?” Apparently he is because he continues, “Ma’am, would you like a waffle, on the house?” I think I’m beaming at this point, though I still glance at my husband for reassurance and then quickly reply, “Sure.”
It was amazing, Thick, crisp, but chewy on the inside, you could just smell its sweetness. I did not even put a dab or butter or a trickle of syrup I just pulled it apart with my fingers and ate. YUM is not even enough to describe it. Yes, I confess, I have a love affair with waffles.
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Later that night we have to tell our parents of course. As the weeks go by we set a date, one year from the very weekend he asks me, which falls on June 17, 2000, our wedding day. This year in just a few short weeks we’ll celebrate 8 years. It is amazing how fast time has flown by. We have shared so many joys. The Lord has indeed blessed our union. I thank God for my husband.
It was as if the kiss had sealed the deal, I had to see him again, and as often as possible. In the weeks ahead that’s exactly what happened. I spent many an evening helping my mom prepare a meal as he was coming for dinner. He came over at least once a week and we spent every waking hour together on the weekends. Time flew by, before I knew it my senior year was over and I was leaving for the summer camp I was working for all summer long. Would our relationship endure?
This is the fourth in a series of post I’m calling “My Little Love Story” read it from the beginning 


