He pursues her, quietly but fiercely. They never stopped dating- not after he placed a diamond on her left ring finger, not after they promised forever in front of a wedding officiant, not after the birth of their sweet daughter; always dating, always pursuing, he never gives up the chase.
He wouldn’t tell her where they were going, just that she’d need an overnight bag and a gown for an evening out. He’d arranged for their sweet daughter to stay the night with her grandparents, then David whisked Kristy away to DC for a New Year’s Eve getaway. Upon arriving at the Jefferson, Kristy found a hair and make-up artist waiting to doll her to the nines. What for? An anniversary session, of course.
She slipped on her classic black Louboutins with that reserved, quiet grace she so effortlessly possesses, and fastened her silver and crystal necklace, touching it lightly to make sure it lay just right. A slight perfume of roses hung in the air from the soft pink dozen he’d had delivered for her, and next to the vase lay a handwritten love letter to Kristy. Written in Italian, no less. He opened the door to their suite to greet her, and in his own quiet way, stood in wonder at her, savoring the moment of it being just the two of them. The whole evening in front of them, the city theirs to explore together.
David & Kristy, I am in awe of the way you care for one another. To see a man so in love with his wife, and a woman adore her husband as ardently as you do, Kristy, it’s that kind of love that inspires music, poetry and art. It was truly my honor to play a small part in your evening out together, I can’t thank you enough for letting me in on the secret, David! (PS- David’s a phenomenal photographer, you’d love his work!)