"Dishy"

13 years ago tomorrow (November 11), Brian and I had our first date.
A few days later he helped my roommate and I get the fall leaves out of the yard.
He had on a flannel shirt and a baseball hat.  Loved it.
Today, I dropped Jack off with him so they could help rake leaves for an elderly couple from church.
And do you know, my heart skipped a beat.
Because there he was again, flannel shirt and all, looking quite "dishy" if I can borrow a fellow blogger's word.
Loved it.  Again.
Love him.  Still.
I have an extra spring in my step and a smile on my face just thinking about him.