tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84379486247151074172024-03-12T18:45:56.129-07:00Adventure CallsBethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13731263993623066172noreply@blogger.comBlogger123125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437948624715107417.post-54922720132981967492012-08-20T19:35:00.000-07:002012-09-08T19:35:52.612-07:00Breckenridge, CO!!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b>Saturday, August 11</b></div>
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We woke up bright and early at 0300 hours to get a head start on our 12 hour drive to Colorado! We wanted to make sure the kids slept through a lot of the drive, but check-in to our cabin wasn't until 4, so early morning it was! We loaded up the kiddos and dogs, then swung by to pick up Laura. She caught the beautiful desert sunrise from the front seat 4 hours in. Us kids in the backseat were busy dreaming of the mountains :)</div>
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Annabelle and Michael did amazingly well! I came prepared with lots of snacks, games, new puzzles, and books. We kept each other entertained and the excitement of a new adventure was heavy in the car air :)</div>
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The pups were especially happy that Laura came along :)</div>
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After arriving in Breckenridge and making a trip to the grocery store to stock up for the week, we finally made it to the cabin, or should I say, mammoth of a cabin! As we were trying to find which cabin was ours, while driving through the neighborhood, we turned the corner to find this huge mansion towering over us. I said, "Wow! What if that one is ours!" We looked at the house number and sure enough, it WAS ours! We all started screaming (well maybe just Laura and I did :) We couldn't wait to get out of the car and explore!</div>
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We settled in and waited for the others to arrive. We were meeting up with Shanam's parents and 10 of their Oklahoma friends from when Shanam was just a boy. Two years ago we met them all in Telluride, CO for a week and this year they chose Breckenridge for a reunion. We had been looking forward to this week from the time they booked the cabin, 8 months ago :) And, boy, was it a happy reunion. Two years ago, I was pregnant with Annabelle and now this year we brought along not just 1 kid, but 2 :) They all loved seeing the kids and immediately adopted them as their own grandchildren. Although, no one could ever replace GranEllen and GranTim :) </div>
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Shanam somehow picked up a flu bug and was flat on his back for the first day!! Such a bummer! (But don't worry, he bounced back pretty quick and was out 4 wheeling the next day :) While he stayed home, Laura and I loaded up the kids and we headed out for a hike with the rest of the group. It was a gentle, little hike that started out on a neat bike trail, but then led us up to a small lake in the woods. It was a great beginning hike to get us acclimated to the altitude. It was wonderful to be out in nature and the kids loved it!<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>DAY 3</b></span></div>
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Shanam was feeling a little better after a rough night, so we decided to take it easy and hop in the 4runner for a little off-roading adventure! Tim and Ellen hopped in theirs and followed behind us. The kids did great! Every time we went over big bumps, Annabelle would ask to do it again and Mikey just slept through most of it :) He did love looking out the windows, though, to watch all the tall trees go by. He normally just sees sky out his window :) Half-way up, we let the dogs out so they could run along the trail beside us. Something I will always remember is Laura, in the front seat, laughing hysterically! I didn't know what was so funny and when I asked, all she could squeeze out through her laughter was, "I'm having fun!" I love that girl :)</div>
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We made it to the top of the peaks where we all took pictures at the continental divide. </div>
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The view was beautiful!</div>
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On the way home, we took a different route that led is through the town of South Park. </div>
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While stopping to get hot chocolate we couldn't pass up this photo-op :)</div>
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Day 4 was the big day! Shanam, Tim, Laura, and Alan set out to climb the tallest mountain in Colorado, Mt. Elbert! This was one of the main reasons Laura came. We have the goal of climbing all the state highpoints. I think this was her fourth or fifth and Shanam's third. I really wanted to go, but couldn't bare to leave Mikey for the whole day while he's still breastfeeding. I'll have a chance to climb it another time :) I woke up early with them to give them a proper send-off. They said the drive to the trail was gorgeous!</div>
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The hike climbs 4,000 feet and was pretty steep! </div>
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Here they are at the summit, 14,443 ft!!! They all made it!</div>
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They had to be sure to be up and back by the time the afternoon thunderstorms came. </div>
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The weather was wonderful, though, so they got to stay at the peak for about an hour, taking in the views before heading down. Sophie especially loved overlooking the mountains ;)</div>
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Poor Laura had a rough time with her knees descending the steep slopes. There was also a bit of a scary adventure on the ride home. While coming back through a mountain off-road trail, the 4runner's brakes gave out! Shanam had to kick it into low gear and use the e-brake the whole way down! So scary!! We were able to meet them at the bottom and the car was towed back to town to be repaired. What a day!</div>
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The three mountain men celebrated their victory with ice cream :)</div>
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Since we had to bring Laura to the Denver airport that night, we decided to make a day of it and visit Boulder during the afternoon. This is where we eventually want to raise our family, so I was really excited to be able to explore the town! They have a fabulous Waldorf school there and we were able to set up a tour, thanks to Ellen :) The campus is so beautiful and the little classrooms were magical. I hope we get to Boulder in time for Annabelle to attend kindergarten there!<br />
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We met up with some friends for dinner at a fabulous Vietnamese restaurant then made our way to the airport after exploring some neighborhoods. </div>
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Once again, Laura captured the brilliant light of the sun :)</div>
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What better way to enjoy the beautiful mountain air than on a boat? :) The ride was nice and relaxing, hence both kids fell asleep two minutes after leaving the dock, and our surroundings were breathtaking!</div>
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Shanam preferred to get his fill of mountain air by mountain biking with the dogs :) </div>
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He wore them out, but they loved it!</div>
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After getting back, we took a little family outing with GranTim and GranEllen. We found a beautiful, green, lush hike. This was probably my favorite time of the whole trip. We weren't rushed, so we could stop and explore whenever Annabelle wanted to. She and Shanam gathered quite the collection of bark and pine needles. The smells of the forest were invigorating and the weather was absolutely perfect. All felt right in the world :)</div>
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Time for another hike! The whole group came on this one. Two of the guys had actually lived in a little teepee for almost a year in the area we hiked around. Crazy! We saw where the teepee used to be and where their outhouse still is! We also heard lots of fun stories about back in the day :)</div>
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We stopped and had lunch in a beautiful little clearing. It must have been too slow for Shanam, though, because the next thing I knew, he was bushwhacking it up to the peak in front of us!<br />
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Crazy thing, is that it only took him 20 minutes to reach the peak!</div>
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Since that wasn't enough of an adventure for him, we decided to take a "shortcut" home, through several mountain passes. We loaded up the car and away we went!</div>
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The views were some of the most beautiful views I had ever seen!</div>
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The trail was pretty crazy in some parts, but Shanam showed his skill and got us all down the mountain safely. What was supposed to be a shortcut, though, turned into a 3 hour trip. I can't even tell you how happy I was when we finally made it onto smooth ground again!</div>
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We made it home in time for us to get ready for our DATE!! Shanam had made reservations for us at a french restaurant called Le Petit Paris and I was beyond excited! We enjoyed an incredible 2 hour full-course meal and came home to two peacefully sleeping babies. Thank you Tim and Ellen! What a treat :) The food and service were excellent and when we get a chance to go back to Breckenridge, we will definitely make a point to eat there again!<br />
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Before saying good-bye to GranEllen and GranTim we spent some time walking around main street. Such a cute little mountain town! We ate lunch at an organic cafe that had been there for 25 years then hit the road. We drove to Santa Fe and stayed the night before finishing the trip the following day. Phew! What a week! We loved every second!</div>
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<span style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">Other than the birth of Michael (visit </span><a href="http://www.michaelblainemcg.blogspot.com/" style="text-align: -webkit-auto;" target="_blank">his blog</a><span style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"> for details on that adventure), our first adventure of the year was over Memorial Day Weekend! The weather was forcasted to be in the 100's here at home and Shanam REALLY didn't want to stay for the three day weekend, so early on in the week he passed the idea by me of going to the mountains. Sure, Mikey was only 4 weeks old, sure, I was still healing from birthing a baby a month ago, sure, we now had a very mobile toddler, but ... how could I say no to the mountains and more importantly, how could I say no to my loving husband who works so hard to provide so much for our family! Despite all the reasons that could have kept us home, it turned out quite well! We had to end our trip early, but it wasn't because of any of those reasons...</span>
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We arrived Saturday afternoon and immediately set up our new 8 person tent. It was awesome!!! We had to get a couple shots from each angle just to relish how much space we had. We had one room with Annabelle's pack n' play and our air mattress and the other room held all of our stuff. It was amazing to actually be able to stand up inside! Can you tell I'm happy to be out of our 3 person tent? :)</div>
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Annabelle had a blast exploring the wonders of a tent and absolutely loved her little space in the pack n' play. Camping was a whole new experience for her this year, because she actually new what was going on :) Mikey did great, as well, for his first time camping. As long as he has mommy's milk and a warm place to sleep, he's a happy camper...literally :)</div>
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The fun began during the first night. The kids went down just fine, however, the wind picked up big time!! As I was laying in bed, I could hear when a gust of wind was coming. I would first hear it rushing through the tree tops, then the force would hit our tent so hard and make the loudest sound as our rain flap beat against the tent and our poles groaned and creaked. Each time a gust hit, I pictured the whole tent falling down on top of us! Amazingly, everyone else slept through it just fine. It was only the worried mother hen that got about two hours of sleep. It didn't help that there was a raging party going on outside our tent from about midnight to 3 am that kept Annabelle up. Oy, what a night!</div>
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The next day was just as windy. We left our tent that morning and prayed it would still be there when we returned :) For breakfast, we met up with some friends at our favorite restaurant, Log Cabin Restaurant, and then went on a beautiful hike by our campsite. Annabelle loved watching the dogs run around beneath her and Mikey, of course, slept through the whole thing. It was so wonderful to be able to get out and hike in the mountains. My pace was like a snail's, and the "hike" was more like a leisurely stroll through the woods, but I've got to start somewhere :) I didn't want to push myself too hard and get mastitis or something.<br />
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We started the day off right by going to the Salt Lake Temple then touring the Conference Center. It was a gorgeous day and we enjoyed spending time together, ever grateful for the great blessings that God continued to place our lives.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It was so great to get together with everyone and for them to meet Shanam. I felt like each time I introduced him to someone that was important in my life, my attraction and love for him grew. This evening was no different :) </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">After dinner, we split off from the group and Bre, Mark, and Drew came with us to the bowling alley for a little friendly competition. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: center;"><br />
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Bre always brings out a goofy side of my personality and I loved that I could completely let go and not be afraid of what Shanam would think of me. He not only liked it, but he joined right in, making the night enjoyable for everyone :)<br />
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She loved him.</div>Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13731263993623066172noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437948624715107417.post-30934521742763521822012-03-29T20:43:00.000-07:002012-03-29T20:43:41.882-07:00How I Met Love, Utah Trip, Part 2Friday, June 13, 2008<br />
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Thanks to Shanam's meeting, I was able to skip out on skiing that day :) He still went skiing early that morning, but then went straight over to his new "friend's" office and spent a couple hours with him. I had told Shanam to call me as soon as he was on his way home.<br />
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"Hey, hun. I'm done, but I can't really chat." He said. "I'll see you in a little bit and I'll tell you all about it."<br />
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"Oh, okay. I'll see you soon."<br />
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I was a little disappointed, but he sounded preoccupied, so I just let it go and focused on getting ready for that evening. He and his family were coming over to meet my family...and not just my immediate family. Since I wasn't able to make it home to visit very often, the whole extended family was invited to come over for dinner. This included my grandmother, my aunt and uncle with their four kids and my other aunt and uncle with their three kids. It was going to be quite the get together!<br />
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I was hoping Shanam would come over early so I could get some alone time with him, but he showed up with his parents at the same time my whole family was arriving. This didn't really give us a chance to talk at all and I was starting to feel a little disconnected. I could tell something was on his mind the minute he arrived, but both families were very engaged in introducing themselves and getting to know one another. Shanam and I were of course the "main attraction," so it wasn't until about an hour later that I was finally able to pull him aside.<br />
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"Hey, you." I said smiling, as we walked outside to the patio, holding hands.<br />
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"Hey, hun." He said, pulling me in for a tight hug.<br />
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"That wasn't so bad, eh? I told you my parents would like you."<br />
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"How do you know they like me, already?"<br />
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"Oh, please. First of all, how could they not like you. And second, it's a good sign when you and my dad already feel comfortable bantering back and forth." I laughed. "So, tell me about your morning. I've been waiting all day to hear about it."<br />
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"Well, skiing was great, of course, and the meeting went really, really well." He paused for a second and then said something I was almost expecting to hear. "They offered me a job."<br />
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"A job?! Wow!" I wasn't really sure what to say next because in that moment all of the implications and possibilities and unknowns bombarded my mind.<br />
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We managed to make it through dinner, but the weight of what was just revealed was so heavy that it was hard for me to focus on anything else. There were so many questions I wanted to ask.<br />
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<i>Was he thinking of taking the job?</i><br />
<i>Does that mean he's moving to Utah?</i><br />
<i>What will he be doing?</i><br />
<i>Is this a risk worth taking?</i><br />
<i>What does this mean for our relationship?</i><br />
<i>What part do I play in this decision?</i><br />
<i>We'd only been dating a month. Do I even have a part in this decision?</i><br />
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</i><br />
When dinner was over, the party moved outdoors onto the lawn where we set up chairs and pillows in a circle. It was fun to be with my family and to see our two families interact, but all I wanted to do was talk to Shanam. I could tell he felt the same way because he kept looking at me and giving my hand a comforting squeeze, as if to tell me everything would be alright and we would talk through it soon. I appreciated that and was able to relax a little and enjoy the evening breeze as we all chatted with each other. My Aunt Jamie was moving around the circle giving each person a shoulder massage and didn't even think about stopping when she got to Shanam and his parents. That make me laugh a little inside and I was grateful our families already felt so comfortable with each other. The evening turned out to be a great success.<br />
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After everyone left, Shanam turned to me and said, "How about we go for a walk."<br />
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"That sounds like a great idea." I said, sighing a breath of relief.<br />
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The sun had set, already, leaving behind a breathtaking sunset and the warm summer air smelled of freshly cut grass. We decided to walk along the path by the water canal that ran behind my house.<br />
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I started the conversation with, "So, a job, eh?" I figured I'd let him tell me what was on his mind first.<br />
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"Ya. Pretty crazy, huh?" He squeezed my hand. "They want me to be part of their business development team. It sounds like the perfect opportunity to see how a successful start up business runs. I get to learn from another company's successes and failures without having to take the hits myself. Then, when I start my own business, I'll have some experience, and hopefully avoid a lot of the mistakes normally made. The company seems pretty stable and I'd be working with some great guys."<br />
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"It does seem like a great opportunity. And it sounds like you're leaning towards taking the job. Does that mean you'll be moving to Utah soon?" I asked, hesitantly.<br />
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"Well, I don't really know if I'm going to take it, yet. I wanted to talk with you and see what you thought. I would be moving, but I'd first be going to Texas to learn the operations there, then to Wyoming to learn there, then finally I would be in Utah working with the management team. It's a big decision and I needed the afternoon to think about it. I also talked it over with my dad. That's why I didn't come over sooner. Sorry."<br />
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"Totally understandable...wow, I still can't believe it...I mean...how many people get offered a job like this?! Meeting the CEO at the airport, being invited to his office and then being offered a job! I really don't see how you could pass up this opportunity. You've been wanting to move out of Florida for a while, now, and here's your chance. You'd be by the mountains and could go skiing and mountain biking whenever you wanted!"<br />
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"Well, what about you?" Shanam asked.<br />
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"Me?" I gathered up my courage and decided to take the vulnerable route. "Well, I don't want to stay in Florida forever, either, you know. I would love to move back to Utah and live closer to my family...and closer to you."<br />
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"You would move for me? You would leave your job at Disney? But you love working there!"<br />
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"Shanam, I never planned on staying in Florida past my first six month internship, two years ago. But every six months I would fast and pray to know if I should stay or go somewhere else and every time I received the answer that I should stay. Things would always work out, even miracles would happen, to provide a way for me to stay in Florida." I took a deep breath and continued. "I believe I needed to stay so I could meet you."<br />
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Shanam stopped walking and drew me into his chest for a long embrace. He didn't say anything. Our heads were turned in the same direction looking towards the night sky, when all of the sudden a shooting star shot across the sky right in front of us!<br />
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"Did you just see that!!" I asked, pulling away so I could see his face. "Was that seriously a shooting star!"<br />
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Shanam laughed and looked just as shocked as I was. "It sure was! I guess we got our answer!"<br />
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</i>Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13731263993623066172noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437948624715107417.post-21739414147368073152012-03-29T11:23:00.000-07:002012-03-29T11:23:25.551-07:00How I Met Love, Utah Trip, Part 1Thursday, June 12, 2008<br />
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Unfortunately, we weren't able to get flights to Utah together. I had arrived in Utah the day before and Shanam's plane was due to land that evening. At 8:30 pm, I got a phone call letting me know we were now in the same state, again :)<br />
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"I've got some pretty interesting stuff to tell you about." He said, about half way into our phone conversation.<br />
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"You do? What about?" I asked, wondering what he possibly had to tell me.<br />
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"Do you want me to tell you now, or when I get to your house?"<br />
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"Well, you might as well tell me now! You've peaked my curiosity!" I said.<br />
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"Okay...it's not really that big of a deal...but it could be..." He began. "While I was waiting for one of my connecting flights, I struck up a conversation with the two guys sitting next to me at the airport. They were flying on business, one was the CEO and the other the CFO of a company based out of Utah. We started talking about what the business was, how it got started and where it was headed. I mainly just asked a bunch of questions. Since I've always been interested in starting my own business, I felt it was a great opportunity to kinda pick their brains. Our discussion continued once we were on the plane. Of course we talked about other stuff, too, but it was mainly about the business. Well, when we parted ways at the airport, the CEO gave me his business card and told me to come by his office tomorrow. I thanked him and told him I would love the opportunity talk to him more. And that's it."<br />
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"Wow, pretty cool!" I said. "I've always been impressed with how you can start up a conversation with anybody. So, you're meeting with him tomorrow. That's awesome! He sounds like a great guy to learn from."<br />
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"Ya, they were both great guys. I'm excited to meet with them again."<br />
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"Well, I'm excited to hear how it goes."Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13731263993623066172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437948624715107417.post-14219648178755392632012-02-10T10:32:00.000-08:002012-02-10T10:32:52.383-08:00Text MessageFriday, June 6, 2008<br />
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<b>Text Message (5:00 pm)</b><br />
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Him: Whenever you get a break and check your phone, just wanted to tell you you're wonderful :)<br />
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Me: Well, that was a nice note to open up to, thank you!<br />
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Him: Just did a google search on my name and came across your blog. You are so sweet!<br />
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Me: LOL! That's funny! Surprise! I have a blog and you're on it!<br />
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*<a href="http://bethanyandshanam.blogspot.com/2008/05/see-man-to-left-yeah-he-entered-my-life.html" target="_blank">Click here</a>* to be taken to the blog post of when I introduced Shanam to the world :)Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13731263993623066172noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437948624715107417.post-83458598586201417942012-02-10T00:00:00.000-08:002012-02-10T05:52:04.056-08:00How I Met Love, Play Date, Part 2<div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>What better place to go and feel like a kid again than Walt Disney World! :) I had scored two tickets to the Pirate Princess Party at Magic Kingdom that night and was so excited to take Shanam. The entire park closed at 7:00 pm, but remained open until 2:00 am for the people who had tickets to the party.</div><div><br />
</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"When's the last time you were at Magic Kingdom?" I asked Shanam, once we had showered and changed.</div><div><br />
</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"Oh gosh, like 10 years ago, probably" He answered, having to think about it for a bit.</div><div><br />
</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>I tried to sound like the cheesiest announcer I could, "Well, it's you're lucky day! Yoooouuuu're going to Disney World!"</div><div><br />
</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"Awesome! Really?"</div><div><br />
</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"Want to know the best part?! I've got tickets to the Pirate Princess Party. There'll be hardly any lines, so we can ride whatever rides we want, however many times we want to ride them!" I said, knowing that the lines were the worst part about going to the parks. "I've made dinner reservations for 5 o'clock, though, so we've got to go!"</div><div><br />
</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"I don't know how this day could get any better." He said, pulling me in for a kiss.</div><div><br />
</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"It just did." I said as we pulled apart.</div><br class="Apple-interchange-newline" /></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KPKyQ6PNL-E/TzRywKn2_2I/AAAAAAAAFY0/DUfODaajKH4/s1600/n17816987_35342529_1620-1.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707312799596085090" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KPKyQ6PNL-E/TzRywKn2_2I/AAAAAAAAFY0/DUfODaajKH4/s400/n17816987_35342529_1620-1.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 266px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>We arrived at Tony's Town Square Restaurant in the Magic Kingdom just in time for our reservation. I thought this would be a fun place to dine since the restaurant was inspired by the Italian trattoria where Lady and the Tramp shared spaghetti and a kiss. We, of course, ordered a plate of spaghetti to share along with a delicious appetizer and dessert. I didn't go so far as to make him share a noodle with me, though. :)<br />
<div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nmMxJLfzmQ0/TzQ1o8Q3xWI/AAAAAAAAFYY/ZpodgjG_XhM/s1600/14.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707245605273191778" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nmMxJLfzmQ0/TzQ1o8Q3xWI/AAAAAAAAFYY/ZpodgjG_XhM/s400/14.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 394px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-tab-span"> </span>The rest of the day was spent acting like kids.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"><br />
</span></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o6QpQkPxMYA/TzQ1oZ_ud2I/AAAAAAAAFYM/7Bec_R9-4OA/s1600/Dating1.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707245596074473314" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o6QpQkPxMYA/TzQ1oZ_ud2I/AAAAAAAAFYM/7Bec_R9-4OA/s400/Dating1.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 225px;" /></a><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">We rode Big Thunder Mountain Railroad 3 times in a row.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rnuvwv4bqwY/TzQ1oFmcQLI/AAAAAAAAFX8/cbXL4A9DhSQ/s1600/Dating2.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707245590599712946" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rnuvwv4bqwY/TzQ1oFmcQLI/AAAAAAAAFX8/cbXL4A9DhSQ/s400/Dating2.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 225px;" /></a><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">Held hands while going around on the Carousel.<br />
He was even a good sport and wore the pirate mickey ears!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lUMwwu8r_Uw/TzQ1oD0ybFI/AAAAAAAAFX0/aHcPf59L3_E/s1600/Dating3.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707245590123015250" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lUMwwu8r_Uw/TzQ1oD0ybFI/AAAAAAAAFX0/aHcPf59L3_E/s400/Dating3.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 225px;" /></a><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">Gave each other whiplash on the Speedway.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sS3VX5Dvhso/TzQ1n8-au9I/AAAAAAAAFXs/lFD3GmaqfnI/s1600/n17816987_35342533_2801.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707245588284357586" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sS3VX5Dvhso/TzQ1n8-au9I/AAAAAAAAFXs/lFD3GmaqfnI/s400/n17816987_35342533_2801.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 266px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">And made ourselves sick on the Tea Cups.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>We rode almost every ride and decided to head home after the firework show. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"Man, no one does fireworks like Disney does fireworks." I said as we walked out of the park. "I will never get tired of watching that show!"</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"That's for sure! That was amazing. The whole day was amazing!" Shanam said, squeezing my hand. He pulled me in closer and let go of my hand so he could squeeze his arm around my shoulders, instead. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>I wrapped my arm around his waist and leaned my head against him. "I'm so glad you're with me. I always feel so content when I'm with you."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"I feel the same way. What did we ever do without each other?" He said smiling.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"I don't know, but I know I don't ever want to be without you again." I said smiling back.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></div>Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13731263993623066172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437948624715107417.post-6349683345645065492012-02-08T07:46:00.000-08:002012-02-09T12:35:06.342-08:00How I Met Love, Play Date, Part 1<div>Wednesday, June 4, 2008</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I was so glad that Shanam's work schedule was so flexible because that Wednesday (my usual day off) I had a full day of fun planned for us. Things had been stressful for him at work that week and I wanted to give him a day where he could just relax and be carefree. He had no idea what we were doing. The only thing I told him was to bring his swimsuit, a change of clothes, and a playful attitude. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>"So, what are we doing?" He asked first thing when he walked in the door. He couldn't stand the anticipation. He had been begging me all week to tell him what I had planned.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I laughed. "I'll tell you, but first you have to sign this waiver." The previous year my friend, Mica, had given me a copy of a "Certificate of the Right to Play" that she had made for her fiance, and I loved the idea. I kept it in my folder of important documents and thought that this was the perfect time to use it :)</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*click on the picture to enlarge*</div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W2tvcGIlxMk/TzKbG8wfA9I/AAAAAAAAFXg/_HkezV7fywI/s1600/2012_02_08.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W2tvcGIlxMk/TzKbG8wfA9I/AAAAAAAAFXg/_HkezV7fywI/s400/2012_02_08.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706794221522846674" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>He read over it, chuckling at some of the parts, and took the crayon I offered him. He signed his name while shaking his head.<div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>"You are too funny!" He said.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>"I told you to come with a playful attitude." I said as I signed my own name next to his. "This is going to be a day where you forget all your worries and get to be a kid again."</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>"Sounds good to me! So, what are we doing first? I'm now really intrigued as to what you have planned."</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>"First, we put on our swimsuits and head over to the Yacht and Beach Club." I said with a mischievous smile. Working at Disney World gave me lots of privileges, one of which was access to any pool at any of the 17 Walt Disney World resorts. The Yacht and Beach Club Resort had the best pool on Disney property and I was so excited to explore it with Shanam. And that was just the beginning! We were going to enjoy and explore as many resort pools as we could fit into our afternoon. We were going pool-hopping!</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Three things made the pool at the Yacht and Beach Club the best: the huge pirate ship slide, the whirlpool/lazy river, and the fact that it was a sand bottom pool. So cool! We thoroughly enjoyed all three aspects and also enjoyed the mini waterfall in the corner where we made sure to steal some kisses. :) I loved being close to him and wrapping my legs all the way around him, feeling totally weightless. As he carried me on his back while floating through the lazy river, it felt like we were the only ones in that pool. The splashing kids disappeared and we laughed and giggled like we were the only children having the time of their lives.</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H8FZU161r2U/TzKZiI6s99I/AAAAAAAAFXI/i1CtOlscpMo/s1600/11.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H8FZU161r2U/TzKZiI6s99I/AAAAAAAAFXI/i1CtOlscpMo/s400/11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706792489620142034" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>After swimming, we treated ourselves to some delicious ice cream cones from a cute little ice cream parlor called Beaches and Cream, picked up our stuff and headed out to our next resort, The Boardwalk. We meandered, hand in hand, across the boardwalk that connected the two resorts, enjoying every lick of our ice cream cones :)</div><div><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GPSI-0GrXko/TzKZh1nH_wI/AAAAAAAAFW8/WKM1bhG4tJc/s1600/12.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GPSI-0GrXko/TzKZh1nH_wI/AAAAAAAAFW8/WKM1bhG4tJc/s400/12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706792484437753602" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>The Boardwalk Resort had a clown slide that was made to look like a carnival roller coaster, but it wasn't very fast. We only stayed for a little while then decided to go over to the Saratoga Springs Resort where they had a better slide. Our last stop was the Old Key West Resort. They have a little-known sauna hidden in one of the lighthouses so that was where we spent most of our time, enjoying the steam and the privacy. :)</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>"This has been such a fun day. Thank you so much!" Shanam said. As we sat on the wooden slats, he played with my hand, tracing the outline of my fingers. He loved doing this because he knew how sensitive my hands were. I pulled my hand away quickly, shaking it so the pins and needles feeling would go away.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I laughed, "Knock it off! You know how I can't stand that!" He was always teasing me, partly because he didn't understand how it felt and he got a kick out of seeing my reaction. He loved when I played and tickled his hands and arms. "And you're welcome. I'm glad you've had such a fun day. Planning this day is the least I can do after all the awesome dates you've taken me on. But it's not over, yet!"</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>"There's more?!" He exclaimed.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>"Oh, yes. Why do you think I had you bring a change of clothes?" I answered. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I then leaned in for a kiss and smiled.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span> "There's much more." </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></div>Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13731263993623066172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437948624715107417.post-66862004997491826472012-02-08T07:38:00.000-08:002012-02-10T10:53:22.322-08:00Text MessageTuesday, May 27, 2008<br />
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<b>Text Message (9:00 am)</b><br />
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Him: Good morning! Hope you're having a good yoga class!<br />
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Me: It was wonderful! Even without the comic relief this time :) Are you just waking up?<br />
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Him: No silly. Been up for some time. Gosh I miss you!<br />
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Me: You're so cute :) I love when you tell me you miss me. Then I know I'm not the only one feeling it :)<br />
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Me: I woke up this morning very sore. Back and butt felt it mostly :) You're probably fine, though<br />
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Him: Just wait til you get up for a while! It's a better workout than you think. Wait until I get you on the mountain :)<br />
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Me: Oh boy<br />
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<b>(4:00 pm)</b><br />
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Him: Just wanted to let you know you've been on my mind all day<br />
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Me: You're so sweet :)<br />
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Him: Mom and dad really like you :) Dad said you were a keeper. Funny<br />
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Me: I'm sure my parents will say the same thing about you<br />
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Him: Ha! We'll have to see about that!<br />
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Me: I'm pretty confident :) Talk to you in a bitBethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13731263993623066172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437948624715107417.post-77104826336545403242012-02-08T05:01:00.000-08:002012-02-09T12:40:52.527-08:00How I Met Love, Wake Boarding<div>Monday, May 26, 2008</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>We arose at 5:30 am and got ready for our morning on the water. Growing up, I had always preferred to be the flag girl on the boat, so I had never actually done any sort of water sports. I had gone inner tubing, but that doesn't require any skill other than to hold on for dear life. As I was getting ready, my nerves were jittery, but I didn't want Shanam to think I was one of those wimpy girls who preferred to watch from the boat, even though that's exactly what I was. I did have another side to me, though, that I was hoping would shine through. An adventurous side, where I liked to try new things and not pass up an opportunity to make the most of a situation. So, that's where I found myself, bright and early Monday morning. Shanam, on the other hand, was completely pumped and ready to go. Little did he know how anxious I really was. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>"So, are you excited?!" Shanam asked on our drive to the boat dock.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>"You betcha!" I responded, a little too enthusiastically. "Now it's your turn not to laugh at me too hard."</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>"I won't laugh at you! Well, maybe just a bit, but really, getting up is not as easy as it looks."</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>"Oh yeah, how long did it take you to get up?" I asked.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>"It only took me once." he said smiling.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>"Ha, so hard!" </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>"You've been snowboarding before, so that will help you." He assured me.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>"We'll see." I said, hoping he was right.</div><div><br /></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j9wiIQ_9Jx0/TzE9ArLzBwI/AAAAAAAAFW0/a9AdZL6smLg/s1600/n17816987_35342510_8005.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j9wiIQ_9Jx0/TzE9ArLzBwI/AAAAAAAAFW0/a9AdZL6smLg/s400/n17816987_35342510_8005.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706409284656629506" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>He got out on the water first to show me how it was done. I absolutely loved watching him and enjoyed when he did jumps and tricks. He made it look so effortless. I really could have spent the entire time on the boat contently watching him have fun, but I knew it would be my turn soon. <div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>He prepped me and walked me through the steps of getting up. It sounded easy enough, but unfortunately, I failed...miserably. After what seemed like hundreds of attempts, and lots of water up the nose, my arms and legs felt like they were about to fall off and I had to call it quits...without ever getting up. I did get closer to actually getting a feel for it, though, and felt sure that I could get up the next time we went out...if he gave me that chance.</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>They circled around to come get me out of the water and I looked up at him pathetically. "I'm so sorry. I just can't do it any more. My body hurts all over!"</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>He bent down and extended his hand out towards me to help me into the boat. "Don't worry about it, babe. You gave it your best shot. You'll get up next time." His smile, once again, made everything better. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>"So, you still want to date me even though I couldn't get up?" I said once I was seated, wrapped in a towel. I was half joking, half serious.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>He let out a hearty chuckle and gave me a look as if to say, "Oh, please."</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></div><div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4IXhyAxXKXw/TzE9AiayegI/AAAAAAAAFWg/xpafieB33AQ/s1600/9.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4IXhyAxXKXw/TzE9AiayegI/AAAAAAAAFWg/xpafieB33AQ/s400/9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706409282303588866" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>We enjoyed another 20 minutes cruising around in the boat, riding over other people's wakes and making sharp turns. I loved feeling the wind in my hair and Shanam's strong arm around my shoulders. I felt secure knowing that he accepted me for the less-than-athletic person I was. I knew he wished I were more athletic and I also knew that if our relationship continued further that I would really need push myself. I was willing to go outside my comfort zone as long as he was willing to be patient and understanding. That day, he proved to be both. I was more than happy to discover this wonderful trait.</div><div><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QdsN8-_fXls/TzE9AeCLbuI/AAAAAAAAFWY/qpExoIClMLU/s1600/10.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QdsN8-_fXls/TzE9AeCLbuI/AAAAAAAAFWY/qpExoIClMLU/s400/10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706409281126624994" /></a><br /><b>Text Message (Monday, June 2, 2008, 11:00 am)</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div>Me: Look! I got up! I can wake board! I went out with some girlfriends this morning. I wish you could have seen me! You would have been so proud!</div><div><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rFopmBRI3O0/TzE9ARHslZI/AAAAAAAAFWM/4KIEpydSwEU/s1600/n17816987_35342513_8821.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rFopmBRI3O0/TzE9ARHslZI/AAAAAAAAFWM/4KIEpydSwEU/s400/n17816987_35342513_8821.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706409277660108178" /></a>Him: Oh congrats! Yes, I wish I was there! How was it?</div></div><div><br /></div><div>Me: So sweet! Thanks for being such a great teacher :)</div><div><br /></div><div>Him: I am proud! You're great! Have fun!</div>Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13731263993623066172noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437948624715107417.post-34395644860512387392012-02-07T05:16:00.000-08:002012-02-07T05:16:00.570-08:00How I Met Love, Sunday with the Family, Part 2<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>We arrived at his parent's house and got right to work, helping set the table and preparing the food for our late lunch. I would soon find out that we were about to enjoy a family favorite, Salade Nicoise. Having served a mission in Southern France and knowing full well how wonderful this dish was, I was more than excited to hear that this was a family favorite! Before I could ask who was joining us, since I was asked to set the table for 8, Shanam's grandmother arrived with the marinated potatoes, green beans, tomatoes, and red onions and his aunt arrived with her family bringing hard boiled eggs and olives. I wasn't aware that this was going to be a full family get together but I welcomed the chance to get to know everyone!<div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>"So, you must be the famous Bethany!" his grandmother said. "It's so nice to finally meet you!" She walked right over to me and gave me a kiss on the cheek then a big hug, like I was already a part of the family.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>"It's so nice to finally meet <i>you!</i>" I answered back, enjoying her warm welcome. She stood about a foot shorter than me with blond short hair and bright red lips. I loved her immediately :)</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>"And you must be Aunt Carol." I said to Shanam's aunt. "I'm so glad you're here so I could meet you and your family, too!"</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>"It's nice to meet you. This is my husband, Allen, and my son, Craig." she said pointing to her family next to her.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>"Well, it looks like you've met everyone except for my sister, Elana. I told you my family wasn't very big compared to yours." Shanam said. "We all fit at one table!" He added, laughing.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>With that, we all sat down and said a blessing on the food. I wished I'd had a camera with me to take a picture of my plate because it was absolutely beautiful! And, of course, it tasted divine! The conversation was light and fun as they all asked me questions. I, in turn, found out a lot about them. Just like it was with Shanam, the more I found out, the more I fell in love. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I could tell immediately that Shanam's mother was a very passionate woman. Her wide range of passion covered everything from family history to gardening, from healthy eating to emergency preparedness, from Waldorf education to personality temperaments, from religion to alternative medicine. She spoke with such enthusiasm about everything that I found myself completely enthralled with everything she had to say. I was sure I could spend hours talking with her and only scratch the surface of everything she was so eager to share with me. I had never met anyone like her!</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Now, Shanam's father, I could tell, was also a wealth of knowledge. Although, he didn't share it in quite the same way. He was more quiet but would insert his comments and opinions whenever he got the chance. I enjoyed his abstract sense of humor and couldn't help but giggle at his corny puns. He and Shanam would often have their own side conversation about finances, politics or the newest invention, while the rest of us were discussing something else. One time I heard his father telling him about a car that ran on water instead of gas. He had actually looked into it and had a stack of documents explaining how it worked. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Watching their family's dynamics was so interesting to me and I couldn't wait to see how Elana fit in. As I was wondering what her personality was like and if we would get along as well as I got along with the rest of Shanam's family, his mother brought my attention back to the conversation.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>"Did Shanam ever tell you that he called us the day after your first date and told us that was the best first date he had ever been on?" she said.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I looked at Shanam and smiled, "No, but I'd have to agree that it was my best first date, as well. What's even better, is the second date topped the first!" I looked at Shanam and said, "Now, we are talking about our first "real" date, right? Not our ice cream date?" We had an inside joke that the first time he met me for ice cream wasn't a "real" date, just a preliminary get-to-know-you date. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>"Yes, of course." he said laughing. "And it really was the best date I'd ever been on."</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>His grandmother chimed in and said, "He even told me all about it! You sure made an impression on him."</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>"The feeling was mutual." I said, smiling at him, remembering how I had felt that night.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>We all helped clear the table and slowly congregated to the family room where we made ourselves comfortable on the cushy sofas. Shanam sprawled out and laid his head on my lap, nudging me like a cat to play with his hair and scratch his back. It still amazed me at how open and affectionate he was in front of his family. We continued our discussion, talking about the different things we had done together and what we had planned for the next day. On our list of 100 things to do together was wake boarding. I had always wanted to try it but never had the opportunity to and Shanam went frequently with a good friend of his who owned a boat. He arranged for us to go early the next morning before I needed to head back to Orlando for work. I was looking forward to trying something new, but also a little nervous. It would be the first time Shanam would see that I wasn't quite the athletic type. Not like he was, anyway. </div>Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13731263993623066172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437948624715107417.post-65900835491000332372012-02-06T07:21:00.000-08:002012-02-06T11:06:34.209-08:00How I Met Love, Sunday with the Family, Part 1Sunday, May 25, 2008<div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Late Saturday night, I finally made it to Shanam's grandmother's house, where he was living at the time. I had worked until 11:00 pm and was exhausted by the time I pulled up to their house at about 1:00 am. Shanam showed me to the guest room and after a nice foot rub and back rub, I was ready for bed :) </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>"Wake up, sleepy head." Shanam said as he peeked inside the door the next morning. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>My alarm had woken me up a few minutes before and I was trying to muster the strength to get out of bed. Seeing me in that helpless state, Shanam came in and jumped on top of me, giving me a tight squeeze. I laughed, but instead of pushing him off, I held on to him so he couldn't let go. We laid and cuddled for a bit, before realizing we really did need to get up and start getting ready. Shanam was one of the speakers at church that day and had invited me to come listen, then spend the day with his family. We quickly got ready and jumped in the car.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>"So, what is your talk on?" I asked him.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>"Testimony." He answered without giving any more information. I could tell he was deep in thought.</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>"That should be good. Are you all ready?" </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>"As ready as I can be." he answered. "I don't really write out what I'm going to say. I usually just jot down a few bullet points and see where it goes from there."</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>"Well, I'm sure you'll do a great job. I'm excited to hear what you have to say." I said.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>"Haha. Don't set your expectations too high." Shanam was always saying comments that downplayed his talents.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>"Whatever! Don't try to be humble. I have no doubt you'll do a fabulous job." I assured him. I did enjoy his humility, though. It showed he knew that the success of his talk wasn't all up to him, but that he needed the Lord's help to guide his words. I looked forward to this opportunity to see his spiritual side. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>We entered the church building and found his parents already sitting in the congregation. I went over to join them after letting go of Shanam's hand with a good luck squeeze. I watched as he made his way up to the front and warmly greeted the men and women already seated on the stand. He looked confident and happy as he sat next to his friend, Matt, who was also speaking that day. They both wore black suits and red ties. That made me smile :)</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>"<i>He is so wonderful. Thank you once again, Heavenly Father, for bringing him into my life. Please give him strength and guidance while he speaks." </i>I prayed.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>The meeting began and every time our eyes met, I smiled with happiness. He truly brought joy to my heart with just one glance :) Just as I expected, his talk was excellent. He spoke about how a person gains their own testimony of the truthfulness of the gospel and used examples from his own life. He was not raised in the church but was converted and baptized at age 19. He shared the experience of when the Holy Ghost first bore witness to him that the church was true as he watched the prophet speak during General Conference. He said it was a pure and true feeling that he could not deny. He then bore his testimony of the reality of God and Jesus Christ with strength and conviction. I felt the truthfulness of his words in my own heart and gained a new love and admiration for him, one that grew from the fruits of the Spirit.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>After the meeting, he introduced me to some of the members of his congregation and we continued on to our Sunday School class. The day at church was wonderful and I loved sitting by him and holding his hand through the various meetings. I couldn't have been more proud, once again, to be seen with this amazing man. We left church in good spirits and drove over to his parents house to spend the afternoon eating and relaxing.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></div>Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13731263993623066172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437948624715107417.post-68091559799084486992012-02-03T11:24:00.000-08:002012-02-03T18:34:59.631-08:00*Quick Thank You!*This isn't part of the love story, but I just wanted to say thank you to everyone who has commented on the blog or on facebook or in person. I love reading your reactions and little tidbits of what you remember during that time. It really does give me motivation to take the time to write and keep going. This has been such a fun, creative outlet for me and I love re-feeling and remembering all the reasons why I love Shanam so much :) Please keep commenting whenever you feel like you want to and I hope those who are reading and haven't commented are enjoying it. I know it's a little cheesy (especially in the text messages :) but that's what I love about it. It's real and it's honest. And to all my single friends...I know you will find your own cheesy kind of love someday :) I hope by reading our story it brings you hope for the future, because love really is a wonderful gift. I'm reminded of that every time I sit down to write the next saga :) All it took was one brief moment for our lives to cross.Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13731263993623066172noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437948624715107417.post-49532815298685664092012-02-01T10:36:00.000-08:002012-02-01T10:55:43.333-08:00Text MessageFriday, May 23, 2008<div><br /></div><div><b>Text Message (10:00 pm)</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div>Me: Hiya! Got off early! How was your day?</div><div><br /></div><div>Him: It was good. How was yours? I'm off to the store to pick up a few last minute things for our dinner on Sunday. What are you up to on your Friday night?</div><div><br /></div><div>Me: Was going to go to a party but it's an hour away so I decided not to go. I only drive that far for special people :)</div><div><br /></div><div>Him: Well, that special person is pretty lucky :)</div><div><br /></div><div>Me: I've got good news!</div><div><br /></div><div>Him: What?!</div><div><br /></div><div>Me: I got work off. I can come to Utah :)</div><div><br /></div><div>Him: That's awesome! We're going to have fun :)</div><div><br /></div><div>Me: I'm pretty excited! Thanks again for inviting me! I'm so glad it's all working out</div><div><br /></div><div>Him: You're going skiing with me while we're out there, right?</div><div><br /></div><div>Me: I don't think you'd want me to, but I guess I better learn to like it one of these days</div><div><br /></div><div>Him: You can board if you want to</div><div><br /></div><div>Me: We'll see</div><div><br /></div><div>Him: Come on! Don't wimp out on me!</div><div><br /></div><div>Me: I'm not wimping out! You're just on a whole other level than me! It's intimidating to be with someone so good</div><div><br /></div><div>Him: I am nothing to be intimidated by</div><div><br /></div><div>Me: I don't believe you, Mr. I-went-to-ski-racing-school-and-I-like-jumping-off-cliffs-for-fun</div><div><br /></div><div>Him: Haha! Don't worry I'll stay with you most of the time ;)</div><div><br /></div><div>Me: Ha and you want me to believe that! Sure thing :)</div><div><br /></div><div>Him: I made something for you today</div><div><br /></div><div>Me: Oh really? :) Is it a surprise?</div><div><br /></div><div>Him: You think I'd tell you? It's nothing outlandish. Don't worry</div><div><br /></div><div>Me: You're going to make me wait? No fair!</div><div><br /></div><div>Him: And it may even deserve a kiss</div><div><br /></div><div>Me: Well, you've already got a lot coming your way :)</div>Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13731263993623066172noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437948624715107417.post-71994791900336701392012-01-31T07:36:00.000-08:002012-01-31T18:58:21.094-08:00How I Met Love, YogaTuesday, May 20, 2008, Day 18<div><br /></div><div>My roommate Kim and I had moved the furniture and laid out our mats in preparation for yoga that morning. We followed a program that came on the television every day and found it a wonderful way to start the morning. It wasn't every day, though, that we had someone else joining us :) Shanam knocked on the door 5 minutes before it started.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>"Just in time! Come on. We've got a mat all set up for you!" I said as I opened the door to let him in.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>"Well, good morning to you, too!" he joked. "Hey, Kim! How are you? You're doing yoga with us? Great. Now I'll have too girls laughing at me the whole time!"</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>"I won't laugh too hard." Kim joked back. "You're free to laugh at me, too. I haven't been doing this for very long." </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>"Well, I'm sure you're much better than I am! I can't even touch my toes."</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>"This is going to be fun!" I said, lightly pushing him off balance as he stood on his mat.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I was impressed at what a good sport he was and that he was willing to even try yoga in the first place. As the program began, I watched out of the corner of my eye as he tried to follow the basic warm up positions. I couldn't help but smile at how cute he was :) We tried to take it seriously as the program progressed into some deeper poses, but it was just too funny to watch him try to balance and stretch at the same time. His body quivered and he would tip over to the side every time, catching himself with a loud thud as his foot hit the hard tile floor. He did try, though, through the laughter, but in the end we resorted to sitting and talking on the floor while pretending to stretch. Not the most productive yoga session, but definitely worth the ab workout provided by the laughter! :)</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>When the program ended, we headed to the kitchen and enjoyed a nice breakfast with Kim, then made our way to my bedroom where Jennlyn was still asleep. We quietly climbed onto my bed to cuddle and talk but I guess we were too loud because before we knew it, Jennlyn was awake. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>"Hey, Shanam." she said sleepily. "I didn't know you were coming over this morning. I would have done my hair for you." We all laughed, remembering her previous morning "do."</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>"Hey, I wanna cuddle, too." she said.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>With that, she grabbed her teddy bear and made her way over to my bed where she climbed on and proceeded to steamroll us.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>"Haha! Jennlyn get off!" We laughed and I started tickling her so she would stop. Once I started that, she immediately jumped off the bed and jumped back to hers, still clutching her teddy bear. We all talked for a while, then she left and got ready for the day so we could chat by ourselves. It was lovely laying in each others arms, having no where we needed to be, having nothing we needed to do. We were content just to be in each others company.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>"I brought all the stuff I needed to fix the flat tire on your bike, if you want me to do that today." he mentioned.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I was blown away that he had remembered me telling him about my flat tire a few days back and that he would take the initiative to not only fix it for me but to buy and bring all the stuff he needed to do it. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>"Are you serious! That would be awesome!" I responded exuberantly. "How did I get so lucky to have a man like you around!" I was seriously impressed and I wanted to make sure he knew that :)</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>We spent the morning leisurely talking as we moved from one location of the house to the next, spending time by the pool, on the swing, walking hand in hand through the yard. Time seemed to stand still whenever we were together. </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>After fixing my bike, we decided to go to PF Changs for lunch. I loved going out to eat with him. We had such similar taste in food and loved sharing each others meals. We made sure not to get the same thing so that we could try both dishes and we loved to critique and comment on what we thought of it. The simple act of sharing our love of good food was so gratifying and unifying. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>We were enjoying our chicken lettuce wraps, when Shanam nonchalantly threw out the invitation, "Why don't you come out to Utah with me?"</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I almost choked. "Like, in two weeks?"</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>"Well, ya. Wouldn't you like to see your family?"</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>"Of course I would, but I can't afford that. Plus, how am I supposed to get a week off of work in such short notice?"</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Shanam sat and looked at me for a second, then said, "If you can figure out how to get work off, I'll take care of your plane tickets."</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>His generous offer took me by surprise and I didn't know what to say. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>"Between my dad and I, we've got lots of frequent flyer miles, so it would be no problem at all." He tried to assure me. "I would really love it if you could come."</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I was still taken back by the invitation. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>"Of course, if you feel like that's too much, you could always say no." He said, trying to guess what I was thinking and fill the silence.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Still trying to formulate my thoughts, I said."No, no. I do want to go. And I'm so grateful for the invitation. It just took me by surprise. That's all. Are you sure you'd be okay getting my plane tickets? I mean, I guess I could see if anyone would be able to trade shifts with me, but wow, ok. Let me think about this." I was still trying to wrap my brain around the idea.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>"I've told my sister all about you and she would really like to meet you. And plus, you'd actually be there when I meet your parents." He said smiling. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I looked up at him and somehow, seeing that smile, made the whole situation not as serious as I was making it. I told him I would see what I could do at work and let him know as soon as I figured out a way to go. The idea of traveling with him made my heart beat just a little bit faster with excitement :)</div><div><br /></div>Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13731263993623066172noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437948624715107417.post-34107797674799473852012-01-31T07:26:00.000-08:002012-01-31T07:33:32.717-08:00Text MessageMonday, May 19, 2008, Day 17<div><br /></div><div><b>Text Message (10:00 am)</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div>Me: You've definitely got to do yoga with me one of these days!</div><div><br /></div><div>Him: Right. I'll end up tearing something or not be able to walk after</div><div><br /></div><div>Me: Nah, we'll take it nice and easy ;)</div><div><br /></div><div>Him: I don't know if I can resist your requests :) Tomorrow morning?</div><div><br /></div><div>Me: Isn't Tuesday your busiest day?</div><div><br /></div><div>Him: It is in the evening but I could stay until about four.</div><div><br /></div><div>Me: Ok. If you insist :) Yoga starts at 8:30 am. That's pretty early for you!</div><div><br /></div><div>Him: Yes it is but you have a funny way of getting me to do things :) I will see what kind of magic I can pull off today. You can't laugh too hard at me when my body won't go into those weird positions</div><div><br /></div><div>Me: Oh yes I can!</div>Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13731263993623066172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437948624715107417.post-57788331685656790532012-01-31T07:09:00.000-08:002013-03-16T06:08:44.429-07:00Text Message<div>
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Me: Now look who's being mischievous :) So does this mean I should change my status on facebook from single to in a relationship?</div>
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Him: I was wondering if you were going to do that. That's a pretty serious move, don't you think? I mean, it is facebook after all :)</div>
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Him: You missed a good morning at the beach. Wish you were here</div>
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Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13731263993623066172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437948624715107417.post-10304336159062561972012-01-30T12:36:00.000-08:002012-01-31T07:25:26.156-08:00How I Met Love, Orlando Dance<div><div>Friday, May 16, 2008, Day 14</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Text Message (11:00 am)</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div>Me: I'm looking forward to dancing with you tonight. Make sure to save me a slow dance ;)</div><div><br /></div><div>Him: And you think I would leave one open for someone else?!</div><div><br /></div><div>__________________________________________________________</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "> </span>"When is he going to get here?" Amy asked for the third time. We had been at the Orlando dance for over an hour and he still wasn't there yet. His Elders Quorum Secretary was getting sealed to his wife in the temple that night, so Shanam was going to come to the dance right after that was over. Amy had heard all about "Mr. Perfect", as she called him, but hadn't officially met him, yet. I couldn't wait for her to meet him and we kept looking over at the door, hoping to see him as we danced.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "> </span>"Bethany, is that him?!" Amy suddenly shouted. I quickly looked over and saw his figure in the doorway. My body immediately reacted and I looked away, not sure if he had seen me yet.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "> </span>"That's him!" I said, smiling, feeling suddenly nervous.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "> </span>"Well, let's go say 'Hi!'" she said.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "> </span>"Wait, wait! Let's just wait until he comes over here." My nerves were too jumpy and I needed a moment to calm down.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "> </span><i>"Why is this happening?! Why won't my body just relax! How can he still have this effect over me?!"</i></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "> </span>"Hey, you!" said a low, deep voice behind me. As soon as I heard him and felt his hands on my shoulders, my body instantly melted.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "> </span>I managed to turn around and gave him a big hug saying, "It's about time you showed up! I could barely stand to wait much longer!"</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "> </span>Turning towards Amy, I introduced them to each other, then placed my hand in his and led him towards our group of friends. After more introductions, we had fun dancing with everyone and I had fun receiving looks of approval as different friends caught my eye. He was true to his word and left no slow songs open for anyone else. We danced every song together and rarely left each other's side for more than a minute :)</div><br class="Apple-interchange-newline"></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WIjrFj8Se6U/TydYTxrJYjI/AAAAAAAAFTw/KgjU4yeDxFg/s1600/Dating.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WIjrFj8Se6U/TydYTxrJYjI/AAAAAAAAFTw/KgjU4yeDxFg/s400/Dating.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703624549863088690" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>After the dance was over, we drove back to my house and settled in on the couch, wrapped in each other's arms.<div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>"Did I tell you how gorgeous you looked tonight?" he said.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>"Yes, only about 50 times." I said, not being able to contain my enjoyment. "Did I tell you how much fun I had with you tonight?"</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>"Yes, only about 50 times." he mimicked back.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>"We really do need to start taking salsa lessons, though." I laughed. "Then we could cross another thing off our list and actually not look like complete dorks on the dance floor!"</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>"I think I pull it off quite nicely, thank you very much!" he joked.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>"You're right. Like you say, it's all in the facial expressions, and you've got those down." I giggled out loud, remembering his "salsa" poses.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>We talked late into the night, once again not wanting to part. Living so far apart from each other was hard, but it also made our time together that much more meaningful. We used every moment to find out more about each other and because of that, I felt like I had known him for a lot longer than two weeks. I felt so comfortable with him. It just felt right.<br /><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>It was getting late, but before I could mention anything about Shanam heading home, he drew me in closer and tilted my head up towards his. He looked into my eyes...and I knew.</div><div><br /></div><div>I knew he loved me.</div><div>And I knew I loved him.</div><div><br /></div><div>Our lips met.</div><div>Our hearts connected.</div><div><br /></div><div>I felt his love encompass my whole being.</div><div><br /></div><div>It wasn't a kiss of passion.</div><div>It was a kiss of true love.</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></div></div>Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13731263993623066172noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437948624715107417.post-37326872364096877502012-01-27T07:43:00.000-08:002012-01-27T07:44:06.560-08:00How I Met Love, Text Message<div><b>Text Message (1:30 pm)</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div>Him: Thanks for a great time. You are the best! I think I have a perma smile!</div><div><br /></div><div>Me: I can't shake this feeling! I don't know what sort of powers you possess! All I know is you're good. Real good!</div><div><br /></div><div>Him: Ha! My plan is working!</div><div><br /></div><div>Me: Lol! I like a man who knows what he wants and goes after it :)</div><div><br /></div><div>Him: I couldn't loose any time since I wasn't the only one going after you, but I think I'm getting safer. :)</div><div><br /></div><div>Me: I just got off the phone with my mom and my best friend, so I think that's a pretty good sign you're headed to the "safe zone"</div><div><br /></div><div>Him: Good news...but never safe. Have to always be worthy of it!</div><div><br /></div><div>Me: It's statements like that that make me like you even more!</div>Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13731263993623066172noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437948624715107417.post-91177793399606443772012-01-27T07:33:00.000-08:002012-01-27T07:42:55.077-08:00How I Met Love, Sunrise Sunset, Part 4<div>Thursday, May 15, 2008, Day 13</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I woke up the next day after everyone else, and could hear Shanam's voice down in the kitchen. I stood staring at myself in the bathroom mirror preparing for what I was going to say to his parents.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span><i>"I'm sorry I'm such an idiot! Normally, I know what's coming out of my mouth, but really, it was all your son's fault. He did it to me!"</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I knew that wouldn't quite work, so all I could do was laugh, and hope for the best! As I made my way down the stairs, I admired the beautiful dark wood floors and gorgeous artwork hung on the walls. The house had a very classy, formal feel to it, but it was also inviting and homey at the same time. I liked it. A lot. :)</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>"Good morning!" I said cheerfully, as I entered the kitchen. Shanam's mother was getting dishes out of the cupboard, his father was trying to find the hand mixer, and Shanam was cracking an egg into a huge bowl on the counter. They all stopped and turned, immediately greeting me with warm good mornings.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>"How did you sleep?" asked his mother.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>"Do you like waffles?" his father asked.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I laughed and said, "I slept very well, thank you. And yes, I love waffles! Can I help with anything?"</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Shanam responded, "No, I think we've got it. Just make yourself comfortable on the bar stool." </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>He finished with the egg and came over to pull the stool out for me. Only, when he got near, he drew me into a hug and said, "I missed not waking up next to you. You spoiled me yesterday."</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I giggled and said, "Who spoiled who?" He let go with a smile and made sure I was situated before going back to his work in progress. It impressed me that he was so open in front of his family. It was, after all, a rather long "good morning" embrace. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>"You have such a beautiful home!" I said.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>"Well, thank you!" his mother responded. "We're so glad you could come stay with us."</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>"Yes, thank you! It was very nice of you to let me come!" I paused before saying, "I do apologize for last night, though. I really wasn't myself..."<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>"Oh, don't worry about it!" she quickly assured me. "You two had a very long day! Didn't you just love Ophelia's?" Not another word was mentioned about our first introduction. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I happily expressed how much I enjoyed dinner and how I could see why that was her favorite restaurant. Shanam and I then recounted our whole day for them, from sun-up to sun-down. As we talked, I watched in amazement as Shanam made the waffle batter using no instructions! The waffles turned out incredible, of course, and I thought,</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span><i>"When is it going to stop? When will he stop exceeding my expectations and show me some sort of flaw! Even his parents are amazing!"</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Unfortunately, we couldn't stay for very long. I had to be back at work at 1 o'clock and we had a two hour drive ahead of us. After getting all my stuff together, we all stood out front by the car saying our goodbyes. </div><div><br /></div><div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>"You'll definitely have to come back for dinner, sometime!" Shanam's mother said, giving me a hug.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>His dad gave me a hug next and said, "We can't promise anything like Ophelia's, though."</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Laughing, I said, "Thank you so much! I hope I do come back!"</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>"Drive safely!" they both shouted as we got in the car and drove away.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I looked over at Shanam and said, "You have such wonderful parents! I'm so glad I got to meet them. Thank you."</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>"I think they like you." he smiled at me.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>"Well, I hope so, 'cuz I really like them!" I said. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>When we pulled onto the highway, we somehow got on the subject of everything we wanted to do or see in life. It started out as individual dreams, but the more we shared, the more we found ourselves exclaiming things like:</div><div> </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>"No way!" </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>"Me, too!" </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>"I've always wanted to do that!"</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I scrounged around, looking for paper to write on and finally found some bank deposit envelopes.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>"Alright. Let's write down everything we want to do!" I said. "Starting with one we can already cross off. #1) Watch the sunrise and sunset on the same day."</div></div><div><br /></div><div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Our list grew to 20, to 50, to 75 things, until we finally reached 100 things we wanted to do together! We finished just as we were pulling off the highway in Orlando and were amazed at how fast the time had passed! We had shared dreams and goals that we had never shared with anyone else before. Neither one of us took that lightly while we came up with our list. No matter how outrageous the dream was, it was listed.</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>We arrived at my house and he walked me to my door, carrying my overnight bag. We said a long goodbye, feeling sad to part, but comforted knowing that we would see each other the next day at the Orlando dance. I closed the front door behind me and literally felt a huge shiver of excitement run through my whole body. None of my five roommates were home, but I had to tell someone about my date! I realized that I hadn't told my parents about Shanam at all! My family lived in Utah and I usually called them about every other Sunday, but I knew this couldn't wait! I jumped onto my bed, laid down, and dialed my home phone, hoping my mom was there.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>"Hello?" my mom answered.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>"Mom!! Hi!! How are you!!" </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>"I'm doing great, Beth." she said laughing. "How are you? You sound just a little excited!"</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>"Mom, I have to tell you about this guy I met!" I began. I started at the very beginning and told her everything.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>"He's just so amazing! I don't think I've ever felt like this before! For the first time, I feel like I have to do everything I can to keep him. Before, I have always just let things play out to see what would happen, but this time...I don't think I could bare to loose him!"</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>"Well, I've sure never heard you talk about a guy like this before, so he must be special!" my mother replied. Then she paused, "Is he from another country?"</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I burst out laughing, remembering that I never explained his name.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>"No, mom. He's American, born and raised. His name is Sanskrit and means 'peace.'"</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>"Oh, okay. The picture I was envisioning of him just changed dramatically." She laughed. "Well, you'll have to tell me how it goes!"</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I paused before I said, "You can meet him if you want! He'll actually be in Utah with his parents in a few weeks for a short trip."</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>"Wow, you really are serious about this guy! I'll talk to your father and maybe we'll have them over for dinner one night."</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>After I got off the phone with her, I had to call my best friend, Bre, and fill her in. I went through the exact same story, but this time I remembered to explain his name in the beginning. Unfortunately, I was so wrapped up in Shanam that I completely forgot it was her birthday! It wasn't until after I had hung up, that I realized what I had done! I quickly called her back and apologized profusely, but she just laughed, saying that she would have done the same thing, too, if she had met someone like Shanam. :)</div></div>Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13731263993623066172noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437948624715107417.post-40529320716272257282012-01-25T02:05:00.000-08:002012-01-25T02:05:00.926-08:00How I Met Love, Sunrise Sunset, Part 3<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Our dinner reservation was coming up so we ran back to our car, feeling light and giddy. It only took a few minutes to arrive at the restaurant and when we saw how crowded the parking lot was, we were glad we had made reservations! We pulled up to the valet and two men dressed in sports coats opened each of our doors. One helped me out, taking my hand, then opened the door to the restaurant for me. I waited for Shanam and we entered the foyer together. <div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>My immediate reaction was amazement! The house had been dramatically renovated and looked like a classy restaurant that you would find in New York City. But what amazed me the most, was the the entire back wall was made out of glass! The property sat right on the bay and I could see that there were tables all along the open back porch and wooden dock. There was even a small boat tied up right out back that I later learned was from a neighboring house. A couple had driven a boat instead of a car to dinner!</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>"Did you get us a table by the water? Oh, I hope so! Look how beautiful it is out there." I said, pointing, hugging his arm. Shanam just turned to me and smiled. Outside, the day was turning to dusk and the moon was slightly peaking through the trees in the distance. The dark blue water was calm and serene and birds from the island sanctuary close by provided the music.</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Our hostess walked us toward the back windows, out the back doors and to our own small table on the dock. I literally felt like I was in a dream! I sat down and looked around me, trying to take it all in, but my eyes wouldn't focus. The small twinkle lights covering the trees looked like tiny balls of light and everything had a soft hue around it, even Shanam. I had no words to describe what I was feeling. All I knew was that I didn't want to wake up!</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Our waiters brought out warm, fresh bread and a whole bulb of roasted garlic. I could have stopped right there and been completely content, but when my entree of Braised Lamb with button mushrooms, white truffle essence, roma tomatoes, rosemary, and lobster studded potatoes came out, I knew I was in heaven! I had no idea what it had cost, because there were no prices on the menu, but I would have paid anything for just one bite of that meal! I couldn't say much as we ate because I felt so overwhelmed! It was as if my body had overdosed on happiness and I was in a complete daze.</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>The daze followed me all the way to Shanam's parents house, and I tried to get myself under control so I could present myself properly, but it was no use. The culmination of everything that had happened that day left me comatose! I hoped they were forgiving because I knew the first impression was going to be a little rough. All I remember is saying hello and getting a goodnight kiss from Shanam after he showed me to my room. We must have had some sort of conversation, but I had no recollection of what was said, or how long it lasted!</div>Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13731263993623066172noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437948624715107417.post-55842654426183506992012-01-24T06:59:00.000-08:002012-01-24T06:59:00.556-08:00How I Met Love, Sunrise Sunset, Part 2<div><div>When we both woke up at about 2 o'clock, we were refreshed and ready for the next adventure! We climbed back in the car and stopped for a bite to eat before we made our way over to the west coast. Orlando is almost directly in the center of the state, so it takes about an hour to an hour and a half to get to either coast. Because of that, we had decided that we would stay in Sarasota at his parents house, instead of driving me back home that night. So, not only was I spending almost two days with Shanam, I would be meeting his parents for the first time.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "> </span>"You're sure your parents are okay with letting me stay there?"</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "> </span>"Of course!" he assured me. "They are more than happy. They wanted us to come for dinner, but I told them I was already taking you to Ophelia's. Which reminds me, we need to stop in to make reservations."</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "> </span>We arrived in Sarasota at about 6:00, so we didn't have quite enough time to eat before the sunset. I waited in the car while Shanam ran into the restaurant to make reservations. From the outside, Ophelia's looked like a regular one story house with only a small paved area in place of a yard. It was even located in a residential neighborhood with palm trees and huge, mature banyan trees that draped over the street. I wondered where everyone parked and then noticed that there was only valet parking offered.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "> </span>"What kind of restaurant is this?" I almost said out loud to myself. But, I fully trusted Shanam's judgement and he had told me that this was his mother's favorite restaurant, so I would just have to wait and see.</div><div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "> </span>Once he got back in the car, he suggested that we drive around the neighborhood a little to look at all the huge houses. Yet again, I was impressed that he would even have the desire to do that! This was a common activity that my parents did whenever they went to visit a new town, so I was one hundred percent on board! As we explored tiny streets and went up long driveways we weren't supposed to, we pointed out everything we liked or disliked. We shared our dream house fantasies and were surprised by how similar our dreams were!</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "> </span>"I would love to have at least two homes!" Shanam shared. "One in New England and the other, a large cabin in the mountains!"</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "> </span>"Oh, yes! And I would put a third house in the south of France!" I added.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "> </span>Shanam agreed enthusiastically, "Definitely!!"</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "> </span>We could have gallivanted around those neighborhoods all night, but the sun was getting closer and closer to the horizon, so we headed to the beach just down the street. We rounded the corner into the parking lot and sure enough, the white sand was absolutely gorgeous, just like he had said! I couldn't wait to get out and feel it.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "> </span>"Come on! Let's go!" I said, hopping out of the car before Shanam even had a chance to turn off the ignition. I went around to his door and helped him get out of the car, pulling on his arm while jumping up and down, like a child.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "> </span>"Hold on, hold on," he said laughing.</div></div></div><div><br /></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-69mRZ3p_fAQ/Tx4hRihNTXI/AAAAAAAAFR4/xgX9hBGf5LQ/s1600/5.bmp-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-69mRZ3p_fAQ/Tx4hRihNTXI/AAAAAAAAFR4/xgX9hBGf5LQ/s400/5.bmp-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701030763505208690" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>The minute I stepped barefoot into the sand, I felt the fine powder seep between my toes and I squealed out in delight. We walked down the beach hand in hand, watching children play and parents relaxing, and I squeezed his hand tighter, once again feeling a wave of gratitude for just being able to be with him. A woman was kind enough to take a picture of us right before the sunset. I wanted to make sure I had something to prove that this day had actually happened. I also collected a tiny cup full of sand from each beach for the same reason. :) <div><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yY4isS4zKVM/Tx4hRit414I/AAAAAAAAFRw/bimD5JBenTU/s1600/6.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yY4isS4zKVM/Tx4hRit414I/AAAAAAAAFRw/bimD5JBenTU/s400/6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701030763558393730" /></a><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>We stood in each other's arms watching the sky as it turned from peach to sultry orange and said goodbye to the same sun that had begun our memorable day. We waited until the top arch of the sun slowly slid out of sight before we drew our eyes from the sky and looked at one another. Our faces were almost touching as we looked into each other's eyes. I knew he wanted to kiss me, just like I knew he wanted to kiss me a hundred times before, but I was still too scared to let him. I was still too scared to let him into my heart. I looked away, breaking the gaze and placed my head on his chest instead. My heart was racing almost as fast as his was. He slowly took my hand and turned to lead us back to the car when suddenly a loud voice inside my head said, "<i>Just do it!!</i>"</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I couldn't deny the prompting, so I pulled back on his hand and turned him towards me. I looked up at him with eager anticipation and brought my lips closer to his. He bent down and met my lips with a sweet, tender kiss that intensified into a deeper, more passionate connection. My whole body rejoiced! When we pulled apart, I was so happy that all I could do was laugh! He looked at me with a puzzled expression, so I quickly had to explain to Shanam that I was laughing because he made me so happy and not for any other reason :)</div></div>Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13731263993623066172noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437948624715107417.post-86482449122515333972012-01-23T17:44:00.000-08:002012-01-23T18:55:51.368-08:00How I Met Love, Sunrise Sunset, Part 1<div><div>Wednesday, May, 14, 2008, Day 12</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "> </span>"So, when's the last time you were at Cocoa Beach?" I asked. It was 5 o'clock in the morning and we were headed to the closest east coast beach to begin our date with a sunrise. Shanam had spent the night at Chuck's house and had gotten up at 4 that morning to prepare for our day. When he arrived at my doorstep, he was carrying a cooler full of fresh fruit and water bottles. (Now, a man who gets up that early to be with you and comes prepared without even being asked, is a man worth holding on to!)</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "> </span>"Maybe two years ago, or so. We usually head to the west coast since it's closer. I can't wait to show you Siesta Key Beach! It has the most beautiful white sand you have ever seen! It's so fine that it feels like you're walking in baby powder!"</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "> </span>"Wow! I can't wait!" I said, thinking about how lucky I was to be spending the whole day with him.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "> </span>We arrived at Cocoa Beach about 10 minutes before the sun was scheduled to rise, so once we found the perfect spot, we quickly spread a blanket out on the sand. I sat down in front of him and made myself comfortable, leaning back against his strong chest. He wrapped the other blanket tight around us. Even though there were a few people scattered on the beach, as we sat huddled inside each others warmth, it felt like the sun was about to rise just for us.</div></div><div><br /></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--syIS-7cJLM/Tx4cKOoiSHI/AAAAAAAAFRg/G6LjBtx137Y/s1600/2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--syIS-7cJLM/Tx4cKOoiSHI/AAAAAAAAFRg/G6LjBtx137Y/s400/2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701025140350011506" /></a><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>We watched reverently as the top arch of the sun slowly peaked over the clouds. The sky brightened and the ocean's surface gleamed in the orange light. The sound of the rhythmic waves filled the silence and I felt my body sink deeper into the arms of the man behind me. Whatever else happened, I knew that this moment would be a moment I would always remember.</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "> </span>After a while, I felt my eyes getting heavier and I remembered it was still 6:30 in the morning, so I suggested we lay back and take a little nap. I laid my head on his chest and listened to his heart beat as my body relaxed completely and drifted off to sleep.</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "> </span>When I awoke about half an hour later, it took me a second to gage where I was. I smiled as the morning's memories gently made their way back into my remembrance. Shanam was still asleep next to me, so I studied his handsome face as he breathed deeply in and out.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "> </span><i>"What an amazing man! How is he not married, yet? How did I get so lucky?"</i></div><div><br /></div><div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>As I was pondering those thoughts, an overwhelming feeling of gratitude swept over me. I prayed in my heart, <i>Heavenly Father, thank you so much for letting this man enter my life. I don't know what lies ahead, but I'm so grateful for the opportunity to be with him now. Please guide my heart and help me know if this is a man I could spend eternity with.</i></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "> </span>I knew it was a little early to be thinking about marriage, but I needed help. The more time I spent with him, the more I liked him, so I didn't want to be headed down that path if God knew something I didn't.</div></div><div><br /></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fLeGJoUCsM4/Tx4cJzCUw2I/AAAAAAAAFRU/DYjRxNFr97E/s1600/3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fLeGJoUCsM4/Tx4cJzCUw2I/AAAAAAAAFRU/DYjRxNFr97E/s400/3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701025132941984610" /></a><div>Shanam started to stir and opened his eyes to look up at me.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "> </span>"Good morning, beautiful." he said, smiling. I basked in those words and could have kissed him right there,but I decided to wait.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "> </span>"Good morning." I said, smiling back. "Should we get breakfast ready? I'm starving!"</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "> </span>After our lovely breakfast of grapes and strawberries, we changed into our running shoes and went for a short jog along the beach. The morning air was moist and refreshing and we enjoyed bumping into each other as we ran to get out of the oncoming waves. Shanam switched off between running circles around me and running backwards in front of me, teasing that I wasn't going fast enough. I just laughed at him and told him how much I admired his athletic ability. :)</div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SyeI-50oLOI/Tx4cJyrpCXI/AAAAAAAAFRM/69tyGyrQVXg/s1600/n17816987_35178976_929.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SyeI-50oLOI/Tx4cJyrpCXI/AAAAAAAAFRM/69tyGyrQVXg/s400/n17816987_35178976_929.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701025132846844274" /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span ><u><br /></u></span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>On our way back to our blanket we were thrilled to see sail boats pushing off into the water! A race had just begun and we could hear the men on the boats shouting orders as they tried to get the sails pointed in the right direction. It was so much fun to be right where all the action was! Shanam struck up a conversation with a couple walking next to us and I was again impressed by his hidden talents. He casually spoke and laughed with them as if they were old friends, thinking nothing of it! I'm not someone that talks to strangers very often, so the fact that he did it so easily, completely blew me away.</div></div></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>After we had said goodbye to the nice couple, who were celebrating their 20th anniversary vacationing at the beach, we packed up our belongings and headed back to Orlando. I decided to take a shower at my house and found Shanam asleep on my bed when I had finished getting ready. I couldn't bare to wake the poor guy up so I decided to join him and gladly welcomed the second nap of the day.</div>Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13731263993623066172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437948624715107417.post-90288924024185157522012-01-20T07:05:00.000-08:002012-01-20T07:05:00.355-08:00How I Met Love, Breakfast Crepes<div>Saturday, May 10, 2008, Day 9</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>"So, why is it that you like pecans so much, again?" I asked Shanam, as he rinsed the strawberries he had brought.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>"I don't know, really. There's just something about pecan pancakes with real maple syrup on top."</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>"Well, I hope you like these crepes. I haven't made them since I was in France." I was concentrating on getting all the lumps out of the batter and it was taking more effort than usual. "You should taste the crepes in Paris! Oh, they are so amazing!"</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>"Well, maybe one of these days, I'll hire you as my tour guide and you can show me everything you love about Paris." he said, grinning.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Laughing, I said, "It's a deal!"</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Shanam turned around and sauntered over to where I was, humming a Parisian tune and slid his arms around my waist. I continued to beat the batter and giggled. That only encouraged him more, so he rocked his hips back and forth, humming into my ear. My giggling must have awakened my roommate, because at that moment, Jennlyn slowly walked into the kitchen, half asleep. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Rubbing her eyes she said, "Good morning, you two."</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>We both turned around and saw her standing against the wall, obviously using it as a support to keep her up. We burst out laughing! First, because she had caught us in the kitchen dancing and second, because her hair was standing straight up, sticking out in all different directions. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>"I'm sorry, Jennlyn. Did we wake you up?" I apologized, trying to hold back my laughter. "This is Shanam, by the way."</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>She looked at Shanam and did her best to give him a smile. She was still waking up.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Shanam said, "Good morning," and after a slight pause, "nice hair!" Jennlyn joined in the round of laughter that began again and touched her hair to see just how tall it was that morning.</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>We finished preparing the crepes as Jennlyn sat down at the table and chatted with us. Shanam turned out to be quite the chef as he took over in the kitchen, flipping the crepes up and into the air, catching them perfectly each time. I was thoroughly impressed and wondered what other talents he hadn't shared with me yet. :)</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>We piled our crepes high with strawberries, pecans, and homemade whipped cream, that he had also "whipped up" himself. Our breakfast was delicious and gladly shared with Jennlyn as we all sat at the kitchen table discussing places we wanted to visit in Florida. Shanam had brought me beautiful pink-tipped roses that morning and I had displayed them in the center of the table in a bright blue glass vase.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>"Do you know what I've always wanted to do?" I said, touching one of the rose petals, "I've always wanted to see the sunrise on the east coast and the sunset on the west coast, both in the same day. Florida's the only place you can do that."</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>"You know, I've always wanted to do that, too." Shanam said.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>"You guys should definitely do it, then." suggested Jennlyn. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Shanam smiled at me, "Well, it looks like we just found our next date idea."</div>Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13731263993623066172noreply@blogger.com2