But these things are very easy to forget. It's easy because he has made me so happy the last 14 years I have known him.
I was watching a cheesy love story type of movie a few weeks ago on an iPad while I cooked dinner. It was one of those "love-at-first-sight" movies where their eyes met they both knew they wanted to be together. The kind of movie I scoff at but sort of love all the same.
I scoff because I have never bought into the whole "love-at-first-sight" thing. It seems completely fickle to me, thinking you love someone based upon appearance without truly getting to know that individual. How can you love a person without actually knowing them.
I sat today in church watching Anthony. He was up on the stand helping run the meeting while I was with our boys. It reminded me of nearly 14 years ago when I first moved to Sydney and Anthony had just moved back to Sydney after 2 years in Brisbane. Aside from my own immediate family, everyone around me was a stranger. As we went to church that Sunday, I knew no one, but I quickly noticed, sitting on the stand, a young man who caught my attention. Within a few minutes of watching him, I could sense his quiet dignity. I was drawn to him from the get go. I hadn't even heard him speak a word, but I had already decided I liked him. Of course I didn't admit this to anyone because I knew it made me sound like a big Ol' floozy!
Before I ever laid eyes on my two baby boys, I loved them. I loved them for months before they took their first breaths. There is a bond there that is so strong, we were linked for life without so much as a touch of the hand.
So as I sat in church today watching my Anthony, I realised I have felt some form of "love-at-first-sight". I sat with contentment knowing I'm very lucky. I have felt it 3 times over and it might make me fickle or cheesy, but I'm all good with that.
