Meet In The Middle

There I was, seventeen, windows down, long brown hair dancing in the wind. Donning a light summer dress, much like the one in this post, I was headed to pick up my prince charming. The night before being the typical mouthy teenager, I had gotten myself into a little trouble with my sweetheart’s aunt and uncle. A requested visit to my house for a movie and popcorn that was declined, resulted in me calling his aunt a not so nice word during a phone call to said boyfriend (now hubby), that she happened to be eavesdropping on. Now whether it was right that she was listening in on our private conversation or not, my hot temper got me banned from his house. He was on a tight leash this one, but that didn’t keep me away. He did have his very own truck, that he wasn’t allowed to drive because of my heated words, so I was headed to pick him up, at the end of his driveway. Diamond Rio’s “Meet in The Middle” rolled from my speakers as I bumped along the gravel road to his house. Fitting for the occasion I must say. As I neared his driveway I spotted him, standing there like he was waiting for the school bus. I had to giggle just a little, how heinous it all really was, but he sure was six foot of cuteness waiting for me at the end of that driveway.