It began at the Boston marathon - Steve was waiting for me at the finish line... I was running in a noreaster and he was there with a heavy jacket, change of clothes... rallying the few people that made it to the middle of Boston for the finish!
So proud - and running as fast as I could to get there ... (ha ha ha) after 26.2 miles of pavement from Hopkinton in a time of 3:05:59 - I arrived, 72nd overall woman and 7th master. Knowing my goal was 3:05 and barely hitting it under the wire - it was truly like someone was watching over me - giving me that extra fuel to suceed. Seems like the current story of my life... How COOL was that??? Well Steve and some of his recruits (all female - surprise... I call him my "eye candy") were yelling my name like I was a rock star! I was thrilled - he passionately kissed me from across the fence and followed me along the empty corral (not too many people there at this point - or they were all in the medical tent - ha ha), so I waited as he went under the street and in his duffle bag he shoved a dozen red roses.... almost too shy to give them to me, he says "it was my mom's idea - I am not much of a flower guy...." with a smile. It was the sweetest thing ever. I beemed... so much in love, I dragged that dozen flowers to Kansas City, Vail and Snowbird ... I still have a bud hiding in my drawer that he pressed for me to keep foreer.
I bought him a single rose at Thornes in North Hampton the other day. Put it in a hand blown glass vase on the table, but missed writing a card or note... I quickly mentioned it to him on the phone in a flury ... but he didn't realize and asked me on the phone "who is the beautiful rose from?" -- we were in the middle of craziness at the time and I said "me! for you!" -- He told me it was the first rose he had ever received. And it bloomed big, bold and beautiful for 2 weeks!
Another example of how God's gifts represent a True Love.
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