When Romance Rings The Doorbell…

17 hours is a long way to drive.

Even longer when you’re abandoning a life style for the unknown

Leaving the friends who supported you through the triumphs and losses

And shedding the jacket of ‘bachelorhood’ for the shackles of monogamy and 2 kids

Then, of course, there’s the issue of driving through the night as a blizzard pelts its unrelenting evils at your windshield

But that’s what Brian did.

He left Chicago at 10:57pm on February 27^th of this year and came to me.

One day, maybe I’ll persuade him to tell you about his journey.

What he was thinking after he left his apartment and said goodbye to the 15+ friends who stayed there to comfort each other after he walked out the door.

As he drove away from his home of 10 years and the emotions that flooded into his heart remembering how much life had changed since his 25 year-old self first moved to the United States.

How he felt as the drive through Windsor and Southwestern Ontario became a fight just to stay on the road as the bitter winds blew heavy snow at his car and 18-wheelers were racing by him at 90.

Maybe one day.

But this is our story from my perspective…..

His text came in at 2:24am – I remember it vividly enough to recount the exact time:

Please don’t text me again.  The roads are treacherous and I’m fighting just to stay in one lane.  I’ll call you once the weather clears.

Panic

Uneasy

Terrified

I’m a Mom and so very used to shielding those I love from harm.

But I could nothing about this.

He was on his own…. And I was left to lay sleepless, waiting to hear from him again.

Just after 9am his call came in.

Long after what I expected, but he was ok, in Toronto and preparing for the last leg of his journey to make him and I an ‘us’.

I was frozen with panic and the prospects of him back on the road, dizzy with nervous at yet another several hours before I could see him and crystallize the fact that he was alright, but ravenously anticipating the moment he’d walk through my (soon ‘our’) door.

His smile was blinding as he stepped from his car.

I cried.  Oh how I cried.

It seemed impossible and obstacle-heavy.  Moving to a different country; Re-organizing his businesses; Re-shuffling his life.

But there he stood.

“I love your house”, he said to me as he walked in and after a very long, emotional embrace.

“It’s not my house”, I told him….. “Welcome home”.

If you have true love, bless you and him.  Nurture it always.

If you don’t, please remember My Story…..

Keep an open heart, it will find you.

And no obstacle is too great for its sweet touch……

Stay Sexy,

C2