I interviewed, accepted a job, moved from the bitter cold upstate New York area and started work within a five-day period. I was temporarily camping out with an estranged cousin and his family because I knew not a soul in Virginia Beach. His two daughters thought this was a fantastic living arrangement and immediately informed me about the “hot” teacher at their school. What did a ten and an eleven year old know about hot guys? Soon, with active imaginations they were conniving about us dating, kissing, (Eeeew!!!) and falling in love.
Out of forty-two elementary schools in the system I was hired to teach at the school my cousins attended. On my first day of work I had butterflies in my stomach, as my heart raced with excitement to have landed a job a month after graduating from college. I had no doubts, regrets, nor second thoughts about my decision to work and live so far from the safety of my familiar world. Life couldn’t get any better. Or could it? Overflowing with happiness I noticed someone very interesting sauntering down the hallway.
Judging by the running suit and the whistle around his neck I knew that my preadolescent cousins recognized excellence. It took me two nano-seconds to fall in love. Why so long? I’m nearsighted!
He, on the other the hand, took two weeks before he noticed me jumping rope with my students on the playground and acquired the courage to ask me on a date. Of course, I readily accepted, clumsily spilling my drink with shaking hands. He was even more gorgeous up close. I had my cousin call the school to inquire his first name so I didn’t have to call him “Mr. PE Teacher” that evening.
We dated. We kissed. We fell in love.
We married. We raised two children. We grew old together.
And my heart still does somersaults when I see him and I fall in love all over again.
Don’t you love happy endings?
I love happy goings (instead of happy endings) ... and I'm glad that I am part of yours!!!!
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