Stuart figured that if the two of them were to walk along together, her head would come a little higher than his shoulder. The idea filled him with interest. (from Stuart Little by E.B. White)
Almost exactly nine years ago (sometime this week–can’t remember the exact date), Jon kissed me for the first time. A little over seven years ago he asked me to marry him. I was in love with Jon for a long time before he made his move, so to speak, and it seems strange to think that I’ve been in love with him for a decade or so. Sometimes when we’re sitting on the sofa, watching The Office and laughing at all the same parts, the idea that his arm fits just right around me fills me with interest. It’s nice to have someone to walk along with, nice to have someone who fills me with interest.