When I first met my wife we went on our first date

When I first met my wife we went on our first date and I was pretty nervous.

I wanted to take her somewhere different to break the monotonous “first date” vibe of coffee or drinks so we decided to go to a local apiary to help transplant some bees to a new hive.

When we arrived I was surprised that out of the group the keeper picked me to dawn the traditional safety measures.

Apparently my job was to grab any bees that stayed behind and didn’t naturally move to the next hive.

As the keeper smoked the hive I could tell my services were going to be needed as quite a few stuck around and refused to inhabit the new location.

I was instructed to “just grab them” and “put them into the new hive”.

I was extremely apprehensive as I have a small fear of being stung.

Not wanting to look like a wussy on our first date I jumped in and grabbed a large handful of writhing and angry bees that I thought for sure would be my demise.

Standing there, with these wriggling dangerous insects in my hands I happened to lock eyes with my soon to be wife and I remember it like it was yesterday.

Her hair shined in the sun and she had a radiant glow about her.

I couldn’t look away, the keeper had to eventually jump in and guide my hands to the new hive out of fear of losing them.

Out of the entire date I walked away with a passion for her and a new understanding of life and love.

Beauty truly is in the eyes of the Bee Holder.