Pure Love

Today, while in the car I remembered when David and I were at BABR. We were the youngest staff members. It was right around the time we began to realize how strong our love was for each other.
Hans drove David, myself, and Jo-Jo down to BABR... For almost the entire drive from Cali to New Mexico, David and I held hands... Well, fingers, really. He was in the front seat, Jo-Jo and I were in the back. David had to squeeze his hand in between the seat and the door to try to reach my hand. My fingers were all he could grab hold of though. It was enough : ) Enough to make butterflies dance in my stomach! Just touching his fingers made me fall in love even more!! By the time we arrived David's hand was stiff... it had cramped up for so long it had become stuck! It was all so innocent... so pure! I loved him and he loved me... even then!

You still make butterflies dance in my stomach, My Love! Just re-living the memory in my head gave me butterflies... I love you, David Hart.