Could It Be I'm Falling In Love
Oil on board
12x12 with black floater frame. Wired and ready to hang.
It was late summer, the beginning of my sophomore year in college. It was a very exciting time. I started dating this really special guy…
You see, two summers earlier we worked together at Villanova basketball camp. We became fast friends as our jobs required us to cross paths all day long. He was usually running something across campus on a golf cart, and I was sitting in the basketball office working at the large conference table. It was a fast-paced job, with lots of energy, AMAZING people, and many campers! As we would go about our daily tasks, we would usually see each other either coming or going out of the office. I distinctly remember (mental note taken) how he always held the door open for me.
We stayed close friends for 2 years, until the start of my sophomore year, and his junior year. He had borrowed his brother’s light blue, Ford Ranger pick-up truck to move into his off-campus house. It was packed tight with his bed, desk, crates, and a small dresser. I remember being super excited (and yes, very nervous!) to meet his mom for the first time. She was SO lovely, and his house was very cool!
It was a fresh start for both of us. A new school year, a new place to live (for him), and the beginning of a relationship built on friendship.
I distinctly remember sitting in the truck with him a few weeks later, driving down Sproul Rd, and the song, “Could it be I’m Falling in Love”, by the Spinners, came on the radio. Yes – it was an “oldie” at that time! He gently reached over and held my hand and started to sing. A beautiful, timeless moment seared into my core memory. Every time I hear that song, it takes me back to that little blue truck and the start of something profound.
PS – I married that special guy 27 years ago. Our daughters have heard this story over and over. Now when they hear the song, they just smile 😊
Wishing you Peace and Love,
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