The Silver Lining

I spent the whole weekend with Rich. Words can't fully express how I am feeling today. To know that I have finally found a guy that appreciates me, enjoys my company, and wants to be with me is more comforting that I imagined. We were laying on the couch Saturday afternoon and he asked me if I'd grow old with him. How can any girl in her right mind say no?
We spent Saturday with his friends - some of which are ex-inlaws - and seeing him in his element really made me attracted to him all the more. When he is comfortable he is fully alive - and that life is sexy as hell. (though the shyness isn't so bad...) Not to mention he didn't put on airs like other guys have done when they've had an audience to show off for. He still held my hand and kissed my forehead and hugged me like there was no tomorrow.
Sunday was spent laying around his house. We didn't really get moving until noon - and even then we had our own lazy pace. Neither of us wanted to see the day end.
I am reluctant to share him with my family. I have this fear that he'll spend one day with them and head off running for the hills. I know better than that...but things are just perfect as they are. Why change them?
I get to meet his kids this next weekend. I'm excited to put faces and personalities with the stories he tells. From what I've gathered, Lane is 6 and "daddy's boy." He's adventurous and sweet and very intelligent. Mason is 4 and the ornery one - red hair to boot! He's a lover and doesn't know a stranger.
I can't concentrate on work because my mind keeps pulling me back to different moments we shared this weekend. Riding in the hot truck on the trails of Ocala National Forest Saturday - dirty and sweaty and far from girlie and him looking at me and telling me I'm sexy as hell when I'm sweating... Sitting around the poker table Saturday evening passing the bottle of homemade strawberry wine around - seeing him at his finest.... Sitting next to him in Waffle House scarfing down like we hadn't eaten in days and not caring that we're more intent on eating and less intent on impressing each other... The ice fight we had in the living room Sunday night... The delighted look on his face when I told him that this weekend was the best ever...
Did I mention how good it feels to be with him? Or how lucky I feel to have him?