Daylight Savings

Its Daylight Savings time this weekend.  Most grumble at the thought of losing the hour of sleep Saturday night into Sunday.  But this day is celebratory for us.  It was exactly a year ago on the Saturday evening before daylight savings time that I first attacked him.  The weapon of choice was my lips.   It started as a somewhat normal Saturday evening; I brought a few drinks over to his house.  At that time I had the hugest crush on him, and my sober self could almost pretend that I didn't.   It  was hard to hold off my feelings after a number of flavored vodka shots. 

I barely remember the events leading up to the “attack”.  I remember us having a fair amount of distance between us.  I remember him saying "I really dig you".  I remember smiling and thinking to myself "maybe he likes me back".  Somehow in between all these thoughts, I acted  on my feeling and  the next thing I remember was sitting on his lap, kissing him and enjoying every second of it until, he played this song for me:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Df5dmYvmB4

The verse in the song about it being just one night kept playing in my mind.  Of course my drunk self had no control of the words that started to spill from my mouth, "but I love you" I told him.  I went home that night in tears.  What had I done?   Had I destroyed my relationship with my very best friend?  I woke up late the next morning, in between looing the hour of sleep and the tears I didn't feel like facing the world.

But the story doesn’t end here.  This is only the beginning, something happened.  Our friendship stayed intact and  a loving relationship started to flourish.  Originally, we would share a few kisses every now and then.  Then this developed into almost daily visits, texts and phone calls.  When exactly did we become a “we” I can't pinpoint a first date or being asked to be his girlfriend, but  I can point to daylight savings time as being the day that spark officially began. 

So we will celebrate a year of mostly smiles and pure bliss, and sometimes tears (I'm winning the crying contest by many points).  A year of figuring it all out.  A year of helpful advice, and someone always to turn to.  A year of true love, and the hope of many more years of happiness.