with all my heart and Sol

7 days to valentine's. this year, i thot i'd do a 7-day post of the experiences that make us ... US. for the heck of it. bear with me. if you start to cringe, you may walk away for a breather. but come back ok :)

i have recently been feeling rather romantic in a sentimental and soppy way, much to my annoyance. i like to think i'm not a romantic ... but in all honesty (and i do think it has a lot to do with my 4 pregnancies, and all the hormones messing me up) i'm finally becoming a girl.

so here's the first installment :

i've known hubs for some 7 some years before our first non-date. it was a meet up over beers at a kooky joint near his office. i wanted coronas but it was not on the menu. so he ordered us some Sol ... which is like a corona ... but not.

after 3 beers and lots of talking, something clicked. we met several times after that, always ordering beer to loosen our nerves (alcohol dates are the way to go, if you ask me) anyway, this beer thing carried on for 4ish years into our marriage.

then one day, while sipping into his iced cold frothy glass, he says to me," you know hon, i don't really like beer. i only drank it coz you did, that first time." to which i said, "neither do i, i'm more of a whiskey coke/ tequila neat kinda chick. i drank it coz YOU ordered it."

it dawned on us that we both have been growing a beer gut for nothing. well not really for nothing. we blame the gut on love. we were being self-sacrificing alcoholics.

anyways, it was like "hello stranger!". like a mr & mrs smith moment where they both came into a realisation that their lives w each other had been a huge lie. ok ok, not so dramatic ... but you get what i mean.

we now have the occasional beer and chuckle when we reminisce about this little story. A story we lovingly refer to as 3 beers.