The Week of W(h)it: A Bonus Mad Love

I've Got Mad Love is a blog series about my and my husband's courtship, engagement, and wedding. This story is a bonus, and therefore not in chronological order with the previous entries.

When Caleb and I were dating, he drove a dark blue Saturn SL1. When Caleb and I were engaged, he drove a dark blue Saturn SL1.

When Caleb and I were married, we drove a dark blue Saturn SL1. When Caleb and I were parents, we drove our kids in a dark blue Saturn SL1.

We still drive that dark blue Saturn SL1, seven years later.

But that's not the point.

While Caleb and I were dating and engaged, he was the only one in the relationship with a car. He was willing to drive me anywhere I wanted to go, but usually I just wanted to go to his condo so we could make out.

(Should I have said TMI before that?)

The covered parking spot he had was difficult for any car to park in, but especially for one with no power steering and a manual transmission. He would twist and turn the compact car into the spot, backing it up with the greatest of ease. I was always so impressed.

The teensyness of the spot required that I get out of the car before these parking acrobatics started. He'd "drop me off" before parking, then join me outside the car when he was done. I was totally okay with it, since I was stupid and in love.

Our courtship took place in the snowy months, which meant that I was often "dropped off" in the falling snow. Before you start to imagine some romantic scene with me shivering, covered in snowflakes, and being whisked upstairs by my boyfriend, I would like to point out that I am originally from southern California.

And I would wear sandals, shorts, and short-sleeved shirts often. 

I was dumb, but was still willing to freeze for a few minutes. I mean, I knew there would always be kissing afterward. And kissing is my favorite activity.

I tell you all of that to tell you this: Every time I drive past his old condo while it's snowing outside (which I often do since we still live in the area), I totally get the hots for my husband all over again. The kids could be crying in the backseat, the snow could be 14 feet high, we could be in a raging argument about something serious—it doesn't matter.

I can't think of a time when my latent memories-turned-arousal have made anything come to fruition, but I do make sure to tell Caleb about it every time. Who doesn't want to hear that they're wanted? Like, wanted wanted. Am I right?

P.S. If you are local to the BYU area, you might want to check out the intersection of 900 East and 900 North next time it's snowing. Maybe there's something in the air at that destination—you might just get lucky.

The Week of W(h)it is a collection of funny stories about my friend Whitney Hardie and the people she knows. Whitney's mother recently died and this project is a way to help her grieve through humor.