A year ago...

This time exactly one year ago, I was cruising at about 40,000 feet above the Pacific Ocean on my way to the USA.  My mind and my pulse both racing as if in competition with each other.

What on earth was I doing?  Had I gone insane, and just didn't realise it? This was the stuff of soap operas and trashy romance novels. Not something an intelligent, married, mother of three would do.  But there I was -  watching movies, listening to music and telling myself over and over again, that this was something I just had to do.

And it really was.  I'd never been so sure of anything else, and I knew deep in my bones that it was what I needed to do.  I knew that if I didn't, I could quite possibly be missing out on an opportunity that would never come again.  Of course, the logical part of my brain was telling me that it could also be the biggest mistake I would ever make, and the results of that mistake would have repercussions that, at that time, I really couldn't fathom. These two forces, my head and my heart, fought it out so hard during that plane ride, and I was none the wiser when I landed in New Orleans.  I thought I knew what I was doing, but there was always those little 'what if's' that kept sticking their noses in!

I felt him before I saw him.  His arms grabbed me and practically squeezed the life out of me!  I was too busy answering a text message, and didn't see him coming. Scared me witless!  But then he kissed me.  And that was it.  I knew I'd made the right decision.  I knew that the risk had been worth it, and I knew that there was no turning back.

We've spent 10 weeks apart since that day, one year ago.  But we don't intend to spend another minute without each other, ever again.

Cruisin' the bayou, Louisiana