Today while the boys were napping, I took advantage of my little brother being home and headed out for a little Christmas shopping at Super Target. I took this little back way and suddenly had a memory of something I had not thought about for a long, long time. About 9 years ago, the Super Target here was a Venture (anyone remember that store?) and it just had a small parking lot in the front. At the back it was just sort of woodsy. One night, my good friend Sarah had this idea that I should take Derek on a picnic at night behind Venture. She set it all up for us and I surprised him with a little candlelit picnic. The place where we had our picnic is now a parking lot.
That memory led me to another memory of a little park nearby. We used to go there to kiss…okay, I admit it…Derek and I kiss…
Anyway, this one night we were there, just making out, and suddenly there are bright lights shining in the window. Turns out the park closed at dusk and it was a police officer. So the cop asks for some ID, and this is the bad part. I was only 15 and didn’t have any. So the officer takes Derek’s and see’s that he is 19…oh boy. That sure doesn’t look good. He then asks me to step out of the car. I can barely even move…I am totally freaking out, sure that we are about to be arrested for kissing in the park. The cop shines his big flashlight down on my just like they do to the real criminals. “You here by your own free will?”
“Okay, you need to find somewhere else to go.”
That was it. At the time it was the hugest deal. I cried. I think it was a long, long time before I could bring myself to go back there. And you better believe that we were always gone by dark after that!
So then I had another memory. New Year’s Eve of 1995. We were having a movie watching fest at my house. We were watching the Fox and the Hound when Derek said the three little words that he has said every day since. “Megan…I love you.” I love you, too.
I miss my sweet husband! I can’t wait to see you on Friday!