We arrived at Samantha's home around 10:00 AM.

Well rested from our evening at the Alexander Hamilton house, and a little "hopped up" from the extra shots at Starbucks, it was time to settle in and settle down for the day. Samantha's mother was already cooking lunch and she would cook dinner that evening as well. She had baked a turkey all day on Saturday, so some simple turkey sandwiches with lettuce, tomato and spicy brown mustard for lunch fit the bill.

Her father and I watched football that afternoon. An avid New England Patriots fan, we watched them handily beat the Giants in a full-on, all-out brawl that afternoon. Tom Brady was at that time the best quarterback in professional football, and will be remembered as one of the greats, I feel sure.

While dinner would also be simple, there was no way it could compare to the last two evening dinners we had...but it didn't have to. A simple meal, for simple people; in love. As we gazed at each other across the table, I also glanced at Samantha's mother and father. They, too, could see the burning passion that was flowing from us. This was surely a relationship that was meant to last.

It was time for me to head back to Randolph. I had stayed as long as I felt I could; till around 7:00 PM, and that would put me back in Vermont by 10:00 PM.

Morning came early the following day. I was back on my schedule at Bent Hill Brewery, ready and prepared for work at 5:45 AM. Samantha had made it back to Boston, and for some reason was up early that day; as she had sent me an "I Love You" text message that morning. I was in love. In love with an Irish girl from New York, living in Boston.

Things could not be better, or could they be...I wondered.