“He’s happier than I’ve ever seen”
Wednesday, February 28th, 2007
Five months into our relationship, The Israeli and I were deeply in love. If you looked at us developmentally, we were still in the baby stage, barely sitting up, just beginning to trust. But there was something about the way we looked into each other’s eyes, and the way we touched each other.
Was he my future partner? Was he the man who would come to bed with me for the rest of my life? It was too early to tell. At that time, he seemed to be a good balance to my sensitive, moody side. At that time, I didn’t see his heavy baggage. Maybe he didn’t see mine.
When his friend, who set us up, sent me an email, it dissolved me:
He is so excited about you! This is the first time I’ve heard him this enthusiastic about a relationship. (Mind you, it’s in his typical tempered style.) He’s happier than I’ve ever seen.
Good thing. There was quite a bit of happiness on this end, too.
When The Israeli rang our doorbell, Mae flew down the stairs and right into his arms. We went on a walk around the marina, the three of us, with Mae perched atop his shoulders. Before bed, he swung her in the kitchen in big circles.
