With the curtains closed I stood inside the sewing room door waiting until I hear LV's footsteps on the porch before I opened the door. For some reason I felt butterflies in my stomach as I waited. Before long I heard his footsteps and as I opened the door everything I had planned to say to welcome him inside left my mind. he looked so handsome standing there at the doorway. Behind him the sky was painted in one of the most beautiful summer sunsets I had ever seen.
I choked out a whispery little "Hi" and then stood there feeling awkward, as if I was huge and clumsy. Somehow I managed to invite him into the living room where we sat next to each other on the sofa. I was suddenly very aware of how quiet the house was and that Mom and Daddy were only a few feet away on the other side of the wall and with an open stairway I knew my brothers would be able to eavesdrop all they wanted to. Apparently my inability to talk above a whisper right away caught and before long we were lost in whispered conversation.
At 11 o'clock I happened to remember the pecan pie I had baked and asked him if he wanted a piece. And after carefully carrying the lamp out to the kitchen I went to the pantry to get the pie. I got it off the top shelf and was horrified to see that some one had already eaten a piece. I didn't want to serve a pie with a piece missing so I quickly grabbed several dessert plates and cut two pieces of pie and served it that way.
Before we knew it the clock was striking 12. Midnight had come much too soon and it was time for LV to leave. After saying good-bye he closed the door behind him and I quickly blew out the lamp and ran up to my room and looked out the window. With the full moon shining I watched him walk over our field and disappear into the woods.
As I got ready for bed I thought I was going to burst with happiness and looked forward to our next date.
So sweet.....
ReplyDeleteSounds like a nice first date - I'm betting that it was one of your brothers that ate a piece of pie since I just don't see your parents doing that when they know its for your first date. lol.
ReplyDeleteHi Sweetie...
ReplyDeleteI love this write. I can just see your face when you went to take your pie down. What quick thinking of you to serve it on plates quick.
I could hear your footsteps as they ran upstairs just wanting to get a look as your handsome young mans' shadow was crossing the field.
This was a beautiful share. You write so elegantly I love to read your writes. I thank you sweet friend for sharing with me.
Have a beautiful day and thank you again. Many country hugs, Sherry
Becky thinks it was one of your brothers who ate the pie, but I'm guessing it was your daddy *just making sure* it was perfect for your special company!
ReplyDeleteWhat a delightful post! Thanks for sharing!
Oh, that was such a sweet first date! Did you ever find out who ate the first slice?
ReplyDeleteAw, those early days of courtship are treasured memories. I'll never forget my hubby standing at the door with a bouquet of flowers.
ReplyDeleteBlessings,
Susan :)
Thanks for sharing the rest:)
ReplyDeleteSo beautiful, especially when you blew out the lamp and watched him walk away by moonlight. Thank you.
ReplyDelete*sigh* This takes me back to my own first date with my honey of 25 years. Thanks for helping flood my mind and heart with such sweet bliss this morning. :)
ReplyDeleteMissy
I think this is making us all remember our first dates with our sweeties. ♥ What a fun memory ~
ReplyDeleteDidn't whomever ate that piece of pie realize that it was sacred? ;-) Yes, this post does bring back memories for every woman. It does give me a little chill to think of LV walking home through the dark woods at midnight. That must have been scary.
ReplyDelete:) Love your blog! I just got caught up and can hardly wait to hear more. What does LV stand for?
ReplyDeleteI agree sooo very sweet!
ReplyDeleteWhat a great memory. It's so reminiscent of my awkward first date moments.
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