Okay..here's part two!
after 4 days of wonderful! I have to go back. Back to sunny hot Florida. We talk more on the phone, racking up XXXX.XX worth of phone bills and about XXX.XX worth of calling cards in the next few months before she decides that... she wants to come down and she what Florida is all about. Now... this is where I knew that this woman would do ANYTHING for me! We couldn't afford a plane ticket for her so... get this... she willingly books a greyhound bus.
Let me retype that.
SHE BOOKED A GREYHOUND BUS FROM CANADA TO FLORIDA It took her 5 days to get here. She came in at about 2 a.m. into Jacksonville. I dont' know if any of you have been to downtown jacksonville, but it is a place that you do not want to hang out at on a saturday night past 11 nor be in a bus station in the HEART of downtown... at 2.a.m. She drags herself off the bus, the poor woman..her legs were swollen from the trip! We spend a month together. During her time with me... the beach boxer incident happens... great fun! She gets to meet my crazy mother, brother and sister (not crazy in a good way) and on the last day she's with me... I decide that I'm going to propose to her! SOOOOO I get a ring (a fake one... it's the thought that counts... she was eyeing it anyway) and while she's sleeping, I get up, make breakfast (eggs and toast) and I stack the toast together with the eggs surrounding them. I cut out a hole in the bottom piece of toast and put the ring in it. I go to wake her with breakfast in bed on her last day visiting me...it was really bittersweet. She thought it was romantic but she had NO idea.
She took a bite of the top piece of toast without looking down. My eyes are dancing excitedly waiting for her to look down. My mind must have been shouting what my mouth wanted to because she looks down immediately after swallowing her first bite and she starts to bawl! I'm already on one knee by the bed and I propose. She accepts and we spend one last day together before she gets back on that godforsaken bus and heads back to Canada (loosing a suitcase of luggage in the process). At this moment, I realize that I need to move out of my mothers house.
6 months go by and I fly back up one last time before we get married! I meet her family and spend 2 and a half weeks getting to know everyone! It was awesome, saw the arora borealis from her house. Talk about bizarre! We start picking out where we want to live (I brought up a bunch of apartment complex info) and we start our wedding plans. We shop for rings, the whole nine! After flying back, I move out and into our new apartment, get it furnished and prepare for our wedding which was at first, scheduled for September 9th, 2001. Flying back to the states on September 11, 2001. Yeah... THAT 9.11.01. We decide to travel on the far BUSIER weekend of labor day and get married on September 2, and fly back on the 5th. It was an AWESOME wedding..but I was the only one from my side that attended. IT was in Canada, my mother, brother, sister refused to go.(Long Story) But my father and grandmother said they would have come had they known earlier. (LONGER story...) It was a country style wedding, I'll have to post some pictures. We fly back and 5 years, 2 kids, and new weightloss lifestyle later... here we are! So... that's the courtship/betrothel story! Sorry if it was too long or sappy! That's just me...
