So...

the conversation went like this (as he was changing clothes in my room before we went shopping/out to dinner at Carrabbas's):

Him: Man, I think these jeans are getting looser (big grin)

Me: Good for you, Baby! I never could get how you guys wear your pants under your belly, though...that would drive me nuts.

Him: You should have seen when my belly was really big...it used to really pooch out over my belt. Drove my first wife crazy.

Me: Your what did you say?

Him: My first wife. Thought I'd start calling her that, since you probably don't want to hear her name too much.

Me: Well, I appreciate that, honey.

Him: Besides, it has certain implications, wouldn't you say?

Me: (big smile) yes, I think you're right...as in if she's the first wife, then there's going to definitely be a second wife?

Him: Oh yeah, you can count on that.

Me: And we're already picked this goddess out?

Him: Yep.

Me: And that goddess would be me? (even bigger smile)

Him: Baby, you're the only goddess I know, and the only one I need to know.


Needless to say, it was a wonderful afternoon. We have so much fun together, he and I. We sing along with the radio, laugh so much it hurts sometimes, shop, walk hand-in-hand, steal kisses whenever possible, and it's all so comfortable, so RIGHT.

He told me that he and the first wife were never really "in love," that it was more like friends who decided to get married. He said he loves me in a completely different way than he loved her. He said the difference is passion...he never had a passion for her like he does for me.

I always heard the saying "love is friendship that has caught fire." I never truly believed it until he came along. It is possible to have someone be your lover and your best friend.

My best friend starts nursing school tomorrow. He's so excited that he won't sleep a wink tonight. I'm so proud of him.