Surprise!

Shortly after I posted yesterday, I got a text from PB.  We had been playing phone tag earlier in the day but just couldn’t seem to actually get one another on the phone.  He said he was planning to take his daughter to the mountain for part of the next day to play in the snow and asked if I’d like to join them.  I told him I would love to go and after a series of texts regarding appropriate attire, we agreed to meet in the morning.

The next morning we set out with his two year old daughter to play in the snow.  He had spent part of the day before buying her a ton of snow gear.  It was about a two hour drive and we talked most of the drive up to the mountain.  We stopped to grab some food for later in the day, and reached the mountain shortly before noon.

The busy little ski town was absolutely beautiful.  While I am constantly saying I hate the snow, I generally mean when it is snowing where I have to be and it hinders my ability to do what I like.  But up on the mountain, it was beautiful.  It was snowing softly as PB prepared his daughter for her first time playing in the snow.  When he was finished getting her all geared up, he took her out of the car and set her down in the snow.

She wasn’t sure how she felt about it but it was suffice to say she was leaning toward extreme dislike.  When she became visibly upset he picked her up and carried her until she had made up her mind that this was not her idea of a good time.  We headed back to the car and PB explained that they had had a rough morning and it had put his beautiful little girl in the wrong frame of mind for the trip.

PB opened up a sandwich and fed his daughter.  She was instantly in a better mood so after they finished eating we took her out of the car and set her back down in the snow.  She took my finger in her little hand and we walked down the street.  She was definitely more interested now.  PB picked a handful of snow and tossed it at me.  I tossed some at him in return.  The little girl looked at me apprehensively and I told her I would not throw snow at her.  She held up her arms for me to carry her and I did until she decided she wanted her daddy again.

After another twenty minutes she had had enough of the white stuff, we returned to the car and headed back to the city.  On the drive home the little girl started to doze off and PB put his arm around me and pulled me closer it him, gently rubbed my shoulder and neck as we talked.  I warned him I might actually fall asleep if he continued.  “That’s allowed,” he said with a smile.  We continued to talk and I  let my hand rest on his leg.

My eyes were getting heavy and as they closed I felt his lips press against mine.  I looked up at him and put my hand on his face as I lifted my head off his shoulder.  He kissed me again and then turned his eyes back to the road.  I laid my head back on his shoulder and he began rubbing my back with his free hand.  When we reached the city he returned both hands to steering wheel as I still lazily rubbed his leg.  I sat up a little to see where we were then looked over at him and smiled.   He smiled back  and kissed me again.

When we were about five minutes from the house, PB said he was going to pull into Safeway.  I thought maybe he needed to grab something for his daughter and I nodded.  When he pulled in he parked in a spot about as far away from the entrance of the store as he could be.  I sat up and he turned off the car.  He turned to me, slid his hand under my chin and pulled my face to his mouth.  My whole body was on fire.  I can’t remember that last time I made out with a guy just to make out.  He kissed me gently but passionately, caressing my face as he did.  After about ten minutes his daughter started to shift in her seat.  I turned to see.  I kissed his neck and whispered that she was in the process of waking up.  He nodded and commented on how fogged up the windows had become.  I laughed as he turned on the defroster.  I sat back up and adjusted myself in my seat.  He smiled at me, kissed me softly and took my hand in his.

In five minutes we were back at my place.  I said goodbye to his daughter then turned to him.  His beautiful green eyes lit up as he smiled at me.  He pulled me to him once again and gave me another kiss.  Today was a great day.

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About trjensen

I am a single mom who has spent the bulk of her thirty-eight years caring for other people. Over the past year I have begun focusing on trying to grow personally. It has been a strange transition from caring for and meeting the needs of others to attempting to care for and meet my own needs. This shift in focus is often mistaken for narcissism. Yes, I am self-obsessed. Yes, I spend lots of time thinking about myself and my life. I love me. It has taken a lot of work to get to the point where I could say that and mean it. These traits are important when you are trying to grow as human being and I don't make excuses for them. I am who I am and I am becoming a better person everyday. I have an amazing group of friends who have supported and loved me as I continue to grow and learn how to be me. I am a new freelance nonfiction writer and a former award winning video producer. My writing focuses primarily on personal growth and my personal relationships.

Posted on January 23, 2012, in Dating, Me and tagged , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 8 Comments.

  1. WOOT WOOT!!!! HAPPY DANCE FOR YOU! Got to love when a guy looks at you like the present he’s waited for all year on Christmas day! AND meeting the daughter! Big steps! Best Wishes, Lovely!

  2. You can’t see me but I have a huge smile on my face on your behalf :) !

  3. This reads like a dreamy romance novel–well, story. Happy for you and for a blissful day well deserved. :)

  4. naughtytashamber

    Awesome story. I definitely agree with Lorna in saying that is romantic. A huge smile occupies my face as well for you! :D

  5. It sounds like it was a very great day…and very romantic in spite of having a two year old with you. Very sweet and tender.

  6. So glad you enjoyed yourself so much! Wishing many more romantic days for you, sounds wonderful. :)

  7. Great great story.. Love it!

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