One Year

One year ago today, 27 August 1999, I met Callie at the West Alabama Icehouse.  It was really quite unusual for all sorts of reasons.  First, I have never in my life met a romantic interest at a bar.  Never.  Second, Callie had never really hung out at the place, despite it being the family business.  Third, despite my often extroverted personality, I can also be quite shy -- ditto Callie.  Fourth, it was somewhat shocking that guys weren't just flocking around her, because I had seen her walk by hours earlier -- and then I went home to change out of work clothing, and went back to the place -- and she was still there, with a friend, and, thankfully, free of suitors.

And so, one year later, with a brief hiatus along the way, here we are.  Unfortunately, she has a cold today -- not good considering the asthma -- and I have just poured my soul into writing the 28 August journal entry -- so I'm not going to write much about it tonight.  Let's just say I'm amazingly happy.  In July 1999, I would have been shocked if someone would have told me that I would be where I am today.  I had lost all interest in pursuing romantic interests, because I just couldn't find what I wanted.  Then it found me.  And I don't take it for granted.  I'm happy.  I'm fortunate.  And I'm going to do all I can to sustain it.  Happy anniversary to us!

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