Three years ago this week, I was fretting over this fellow I knew from my old job. We'd been emailing back and forth with increasing frequency over the previous weeks. Christmas eve, he sent me one more. A close friend of his, someone he knew his whole life had just died that day. The man's wife had died only a month earlier. He was obviously distraught, but tried not to show it. My heart softened at that moment. Soon after, I went to sleep in my sister's loft at her home in Indiana. That night I had a dream. It was simple and brief. He was behind me, with his arms wrapped around me and his head nestled in my shoulder. The next morning, I woke up with such a warm, contented feeling. I knew at that moment, before we even went on our first date, that I was already in love with him.
The date is set: August 29, 2009. At the same church I graduated. Reception at a WWII inspired hall, which is appropriate, I suppose, since we made it official on December 7th. He'd asked me in September, but being a princess, I waited for the ring.
The date is set: August 29, 2009. At the same church I graduated. Reception at a WWII inspired hall, which is appropriate, I suppose, since we made it official on December 7th. He'd asked me in September, but being a princess, I waited for the ring.
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