The drive home.
No special date night.
We weren't even dressed up.
All we did was go see a movie.
Driving home, Stephen, driving, and I in the passenger seat.
In the dark.
Listening to worship music.
He held my hand like usual as he drove.
We were both tired so we didn't say much.
But then it happened.
For no reason at all, he lifted my hand to his lips and gave me a kiss.
Then I looked at him and smiled.
And he smiled.
And in that one gesture, I knew I was loved.
No words were said.
Only the words in my head thinking, "I can't wait to marry Stephen."