So, after a year and a lot of stumbling through the dark ages of the dating world which our generation has created in which men are more interested in us as sexual creatures rather than as emotional and intellectual beings, I have finally met a man who, so far, after our two weeks together, has begun to appreciate me more and more for who I am rather than for my smoking body... and, I appreciate him more and more every day as well... but of course I am very scared of getting hurt again...
The best part? He is absolutley amazing with my son, even though he says he is keeping himself a little distant for the time being until him and I have figured out where our path is heading and if it is heading in the same direction or in divergent ways.
For instance, he has confessed to me and warned me about his not being a morning person, and yet when my son clambers into my bedroom at seven in the morning to see him, he responds warmly and gives him a kiss on the forehead when Zach offers himself up for a morning smooch. Also, when he becomes cranky after dinner because he does not want to splish-splash in his evening bath, well, my new man has thus far never failed to try to divert him with a thrown beach ball, or with a few noises he makes with his mouth that my son has obviously and sweetly begun to imitate.
Yesterday, we went apple-picking with the rest of my little familial clan... and to see this gorgeous man walking hand in hand with my baby boy warmed my heart more than the morning sun shining on my face. Zach, wearing his blue wind-breaker with the red cars, his little hood covering and protecting his tiny precious ears form the slight chill, stumbling along the apple strewn and fall foliage laden gravel path, holding the giant hand enclosing his miniature one, my mother walking behind them... what a sight for sore eyes such as mine. And if that was not enough, he even read to my little man during the car ride back home, making the appropriate animal noises when needed, much to Zach's delight and amusement. His manly form taking up more than half the space in the backseat not being occupied by Zach's car-seat, one arm resting on the top of Zach's perch, the other directing his hand and fingers to point out the animals filling my son's book, his eyes solely focused on the images before the two of them, his sexy lips appearing even sexier, if that is possible, while forming the words needed to convey the story.
If a woman can fall in love with a man because of his personal charm and attributes, how much more difficult is it to NOT become spellbound when the same man treats your son in such a way that melts your heart?
