I remember the first time that I knew, really knew, that Hubbs was the one for me.
It wasn’t the way he showed up early for our dates or the thoughtful way he listened when I had something to say.
It wasn’t the flowers that he’d sent, although he’d sent them often.
It wasn’t the tender way he played with my (then 5-year-old) boy, although that surely melted my wounded heart (and still does, just thinking about it.)
It wasn’t even the way he kissed me good night or how he always added an anguished growl as he left us.
No, it was all of those things and more: It was doing what he’d said he’d do. Calling when he said he would. Showing up when he promised to be there. He taught me, in his own quiet way, that before me was a real man, an honorable and dependable man, a man with a deep voice, broad shoulders and a tender heart. A man a girl could set her clocks to .. forever.
“Here’s something else to think about: calling when you say you’re going to is the very first brick in the house you are building of love and trust. If he can’t lay this one stupid brick down, you ain’t never gonna have a house baby, and it’s cold outside.”
— Greg Behrendt, “He’s just not that into you.”
*and I can’t write of bricks without adding in this classic Commodores hit!
How about you? When did you know that someone had built a foundation for you?
