I am sick with anticipation today. My palms are sweaty, my heart is racing and I can’t seem to sleep a wink. It’s not like I have a big test to take…or maybe I do. Tonight I reunite with my ex-wife to do something. I’m not really sure what we are calling this. But apparently we are going out with her friends from work. Is it a date? Just hanging out together? Who knows…and who cares, really. I’m just happy to be able to spend time with her.

I'm just like this....except replace the chick with a dude.
Why in the world am I so nervous? I feel like a school kid again. I mean honestly, I know this woman better than anyone else on the planet. Am I scared of rejection or how much has changed in our year apart? Or maybe it’s just the weird convergence of our old lives coming full-circle into our new ones. Whatever it is it’s got me pacing floors like I am going on a first date again. And I suppose, in a way I am.
All the things I wasn’t when we were married – all the parts of me I lost in our relationship – are now back. I know she missed those pieces of me also. I don’t want to lose them again. I want to be the man I vowed I would always be to her…married or not. I let that slip away for a while and I payed dearly for it. But I never stopped loving her, caring for her…and being there whenever she needed me. I always will be.
I guess it’s just normal to be nervous on a date with a beautiful, intelligent woman. I took her for granted before and lost that edge. I stopped treating her like a girlfriend and started treating her like a wife. I took her for granted. I promise that won’t happen again. Here’s to second chances and fresh starts….sweaty palms and all.

