Why Am I so Shy…


A rainy day in the Caribbean cannot be compared to a rainy day in Seattle. In Barbados, we had a hard downpour for the day or a few but never this misty rain that falls for about 10 days in a row. I’ve adjusted. I’m fine now. It’s just another rainy day.

From Friday to Sunday, my husband and I went on dates every day. It wasn’t planned, it just happened. Friday and Saturday were nice and sunny, Sunday the rain came back. Sitting in a restaurant/café and having conversations with the one you love just does something to you. We’ve been married for just over two and a half years and together for over 10, and up to this day, you’d think we just met each other if you watched us from a distance. We’re playful, we’re always laughing, even when there isn’t verbal communication we still know what the other is thinking with one look. There’s love. We’ve been put to the test many times but we’re still here. And in this gloomy rainy weather, things are just getting better.

But why am I so shy around him still? I would love to know but at the same time I don’t want to. I love feeling like a little school girl sometimes with butterflies. Another rainy day, and I can’t wait for him to come home.

 

2 thoughts on “Why Am I so Shy…

  1. I was in Seattle for a conference a few weeks ago and I couldn’t believe it literally rained the ENTIRE TIME I was there, except the last day. And it was that misty, not-really-rain-but-still-ruining-my-hair type of stuff. I was like, WHAT IS THIS?!?!?! Rain, or don’t rain, but don’t “mist”. What is “mist”?!?!?!? lol! Glad you still have butterflies with your hubby 🙂

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