I’m sitting here working and listening to Ed Sheeran’s “The Shape of You.” My mind goes back a few weeks to a late night when the only place open in Soddy-Daisy, Tennessee for a bite to eat and somewhere to talk was Waffle House.

The man who had already begun to win my heart sat across from me when this song came on the jukebox. He rose to his feet, smiled, and extended his hand. We danced with a humored waitress and a couple other patrons to witness the scene.

For me, this moment will be burned in my memory as the first night he swept me off my feet, but certainly not the last.