How Do You Know - Part Duex

I'm getting mushy. Yah, I know ya'll are so used to my general disdain for life and this is coming as a complete shock. But, I'm gonna let 'r' rip while I'm feelin it. In the moment, is how I suppose you'd classify me at this second.

So, I'm at home at 10:40 on a Saturday night. I'm friggin thrilled to be sitting here. This time last week I was doing a toast with a bar full of drunken Germans in Munich (God bless Oktoberfest, ya'll. Those old boys could drink our old boys up under the table on any given weeknight)....

Anyway. How do I know that Anthony Kidwell loves, ME (Mrs. Diva Kidwell) more than any fat ass kid love a slab of pudding filled cake???

Well, we spent the evening discussing the US census and football and food and all the good things in life.

Then, he asked me about a certain CD, Blue Moon Rising, to name it.
So, I popped it in. There is one song on that CD that will bring tears to my eyes every time I hear it. And I pushed play.

My man, in the privacy of our DEN OF LOVE, took my hand and danced with me by candle-light. No one but me and him and a little candle light. He held me so close to him and sang into my ear. My heart did a pitterpat and I couldn't have ever felt closer to him than that one single moment. Together, alone, cherishing each other.

That, my friends, is how I know.