…one night in July when I thought enough was enough
Finally getting back into the swing of all things Feasting Hearts, I am picking up the series around the tale of how my husband became my husband. This second piece follows up from that first chance encounter at a brunch spot in Beirut. And like the first story of our tale, it includes hints of fond romanticism over a time and place in my life, as much as it is of my growing feelings for a friend.
….. new beginnings made me nervous. Even if over brunch.
This story is shared by my husband, giving his own side of the tale of when we first met. And similar to mine, it flows into a courtship of brunch, at times even more so than the start of our relationship.
That restaurant is the origin of our love story
It’s interesting what we remember about certain events. The most seemingly banal of circumstances can become imprinted in your mind as they become life shifting (or shaping, depending how you look at it).