I realized that it has been 15 years since I have experienced a proper doorstep scene.
That is a long time. I believe I am quite overdue. This is what my racing mind concluded late last evening.
I decided that I must admit I kinda miss all the innocence and the awkwardness of the doorstep scene and the butterflies and sweaty palms it entails.
In the interest of re-creating a little butterfly magic for myself, I plan on having a doorstep scene tonight- a second peek at the doorstep scene, if you will. I just now sent a text message to the husband this very morning, inviting him to join me in a doorstep scene to rival no other this evening.
It's a good thing the house across the street is currently vacant. This doorstep scene would have the neighbors pulling their children away from their windows and drawing their blinds. And it might possibly conjure a blush or two.
And once their children are properly whisked away, perhaps a second peek.