The next day, Thursday the 26th, I spent all day looking forward to playing volleyball. To those of you who know me know how odd it is that I was excited to play volleyball. I'm not athletic. I'm not coordinated. I'm really no good at sports :). And to be honest, it wasn't the game I was excited for, it was the boy. Ted. I was excited to see him. We had just had the best first date in the world and I got to spend another evening with him. Again, I stressed over what to wear. A date I can handle, but going to play volleyball? How do I look cute and chic, yet appropriate for that?
Ted picked me up that evening and we drove to the park to meet his friends. I knew a few of these guys because of the one year I went to high school. The volleyball game was just like any other volleyball game. If every other volleyball game includes throwing dirt clods at the boy you like, and flirting with him as if there was no tomorrow. I don't remember if our team did well, all I remember was laughing and laughing with Ted.
After the games were over we all went to Applebees. I came fully prepared to pay for myself. We hadn't called this a date either. He paid for me the night before, but I wasn't sure if the same would happen this time. It didn't (not that I minded). I only ordered a brownie.
What I did mind was that I couldn't read Ted at all. One night he pays for my dinner and invites me to watch a movie and then doesn't even put his arm around me? Texts me into the middle of the night to tell me how great a time he had with me, flirts with me all night at volleyball, then doesn't pay? Did he like me or not? Was he interested in me as more than a friend?
I felt like I was getting way ahead of myself. I liked him, that was a sure thing. But I couldn't gage his feelings at all. But didn't I just break things off with someone I was very serious with? Wasn't I single for the first time in about 4 years? Why was I already getting in over my head with him? Was I even ready for this? I had no idea, but every time I saw him my heart started to beat faster and my stomach did flip flops.
After Applebees we went over to TJ's house (just the three of us) and played clue. More flirting happened here as well. They each won a game....I did not. My mind was too busy trying to figure him out. I couldn't concentrate on this board game. After the game Ted drove me home. The evening ended much like the one before had. He walked me to my door, hugged me, and on the way home he and I texted each other.
He obviously was interested in me on some level...but what that level was I had no idea.
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Friday, March 5, 2010
Starting Our Blog
So a few months ago, before Ted and I got married, I made this blog. A few months ago, I meant to write something on this blog. About a day after I made it however, I got caught up with wedding planning, and forgot all about this blog. Currently I work 3 days a week and Ted works all 7, and goes to school full time, and has his intersnship. I'm home all the time, and he's not. After cooking and cleaning and doing laundry, I still have a lot of free time. So this is going to be my new hobby.
Now, most of the people who are going to be looking at this blog already know me. They already know Ted. They already know that we will be expecting our first son in a few short months. They already know that we are planning on moving to Denver at the end of the summer so that Ted can go to law school. They might not know how we fell in love. And that is what I plan to share on this post, and the few to follow.
In December of 2008 I flew from Denver to AZ to see my sister graduate from college and to visit my family around Christmas time. I was unhappy with my life in Wyoming, and needed a change. I made up my mind on that trip that I was going to move to AZ as soon as I could. Back in Wyoming later that month I was met with resentment from my then boyfriend and friends. No one seemed to want me to move, yet I knew it was my only choice. I wanted out of the relationship and out of the way my life was headed. I couldn't change enough staying where I was. My bags were packed. I was leaving.
One March 21st, 2009, around 6:30 that evening, I pulled into my mom's driveway. I was in Gilbert, AZ. I had no job, not a lot of money saved, and a u-haul full of random things I had collected since high school. My original plan was work for a few months, save money, and eventually go to cosmotology school. I would stay with my mom through school. I was single, 21, and in a brand new city. It was just the fresh start I needed.
I had stayed in touch with a few friends I had from the one year I attended MHS. One of these friends was Ted. To be honest, we weren't even close when I lived there. We had however, kept in touch through Facebook. A few days before I moved down to Arizona he had his status posted as "my phone broke, anyone have an old one I could buy?". I happened to have and old verizon phone that I hadn't used for years. It was possibly fate that I saved it. He was online at this time and our IM conversation went something like this.
"Hey, what network do you have? I have an old verizon phone and I'm moving down soon. You can have it if you want."
"I have verizon too. How much do you want for the phone?"
"You don't have to pay for it. I'll be down on Saturday."
"Well I would feel bad just taking the phone from you, how about I take you to dinner for the phone?"
Sneaky and smooth. I was single, why not? I agreed, and we exchanges phone numbers. (his phone could still receive and place calls).
The Sunday after I moved down I was at my grandparents eating dinner. After eating, I sent a text to Ted. I told him I was officially moved down and that I had the phone if he still wanted it. He texted me back saying that he had already gotten a phone from someone else, but that he would still love to go to dinner. We agreed that he would pick me up at 8 that Wednesday, the 25th (a day that will forever be in my heart).
At about 4 that Wednesday I showered and started to prepare for our first date. Or was it a date? We had never actually said that it was a date. Was it just two high school friends catching up? Was he just being nice because I had just moved back? I had no idea, but I still spent a few hours trying on different outfits and hairstyles and such. At about 8, Ted arrived ay my mother's home, looking just as handsome as I remembered him being in high school.
We ate at Applebees. I ordered the tilapia (I had looked over the menu online, not wanting my nerves to make it impossible for me to decide) and he had steak. And we had the best conversation. There were no awkward pauses, no lulls, nothing except laughter and two people meshing in all the right ways. After both our plates were gone, he paid the check and we left. As we were driving back to my place he asked if I wanted to come watch a movie at his. Neither one of us was ready for this date to end. We watch Hot Rod (the most romantic movie ever...didn't you know?) and he was a complete gentleman. Didn't make one move at all.
After the movie he drove me home. We made plans for him to pick me up the next evening to go play volleyball with some of his friends. He walked me to my door and we hugged. I walked in the house, completely smitten. He texted me a few minutes later to tell me that he had a great time. We ended up texting into the wee hours of the morning. It was wonderful. It was perfect. It was the start of the most amazing romance.
Ok, enough blogging for today. Don't worry...I'll continue this story. Just not yet. But soon.
Now, most of the people who are going to be looking at this blog already know me. They already know Ted. They already know that we will be expecting our first son in a few short months. They already know that we are planning on moving to Denver at the end of the summer so that Ted can go to law school. They might not know how we fell in love. And that is what I plan to share on this post, and the few to follow.
In December of 2008 I flew from Denver to AZ to see my sister graduate from college and to visit my family around Christmas time. I was unhappy with my life in Wyoming, and needed a change. I made up my mind on that trip that I was going to move to AZ as soon as I could. Back in Wyoming later that month I was met with resentment from my then boyfriend and friends. No one seemed to want me to move, yet I knew it was my only choice. I wanted out of the relationship and out of the way my life was headed. I couldn't change enough staying where I was. My bags were packed. I was leaving.
One March 21st, 2009, around 6:30 that evening, I pulled into my mom's driveway. I was in Gilbert, AZ. I had no job, not a lot of money saved, and a u-haul full of random things I had collected since high school. My original plan was work for a few months, save money, and eventually go to cosmotology school. I would stay with my mom through school. I was single, 21, and in a brand new city. It was just the fresh start I needed.
I had stayed in touch with a few friends I had from the one year I attended MHS. One of these friends was Ted. To be honest, we weren't even close when I lived there. We had however, kept in touch through Facebook. A few days before I moved down to Arizona he had his status posted as "my phone broke, anyone have an old one I could buy?". I happened to have and old verizon phone that I hadn't used for years. It was possibly fate that I saved it. He was online at this time and our IM conversation went something like this.
"Hey, what network do you have? I have an old verizon phone and I'm moving down soon. You can have it if you want."
"I have verizon too. How much do you want for the phone?"
"You don't have to pay for it. I'll be down on Saturday."
"Well I would feel bad just taking the phone from you, how about I take you to dinner for the phone?"
Sneaky and smooth. I was single, why not? I agreed, and we exchanges phone numbers. (his phone could still receive and place calls).
The Sunday after I moved down I was at my grandparents eating dinner. After eating, I sent a text to Ted. I told him I was officially moved down and that I had the phone if he still wanted it. He texted me back saying that he had already gotten a phone from someone else, but that he would still love to go to dinner. We agreed that he would pick me up at 8 that Wednesday, the 25th (a day that will forever be in my heart).
At about 4 that Wednesday I showered and started to prepare for our first date. Or was it a date? We had never actually said that it was a date. Was it just two high school friends catching up? Was he just being nice because I had just moved back? I had no idea, but I still spent a few hours trying on different outfits and hairstyles and such. At about 8, Ted arrived ay my mother's home, looking just as handsome as I remembered him being in high school.
We ate at Applebees. I ordered the tilapia (I had looked over the menu online, not wanting my nerves to make it impossible for me to decide) and he had steak. And we had the best conversation. There were no awkward pauses, no lulls, nothing except laughter and two people meshing in all the right ways. After both our plates were gone, he paid the check and we left. As we were driving back to my place he asked if I wanted to come watch a movie at his. Neither one of us was ready for this date to end. We watch Hot Rod (the most romantic movie ever...didn't you know?) and he was a complete gentleman. Didn't make one move at all.
After the movie he drove me home. We made plans for him to pick me up the next evening to go play volleyball with some of his friends. He walked me to my door and we hugged. I walked in the house, completely smitten. He texted me a few minutes later to tell me that he had a great time. We ended up texting into the wee hours of the morning. It was wonderful. It was perfect. It was the start of the most amazing romance.
Ok, enough blogging for today. Don't worry...I'll continue this story. Just not yet. But soon.
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