How I would know -

My high school friends would occasionally ask me, "So, have you been puddle hopping lately?"

By this they meant, anyone close to being spouse material?

My silly chick-flick little-girl dream went like this:

I'd be in the Northwest (Seattle or Portland) revelling in the rain. The fantastic amazing rain or course makes puddles. Puddles are GREAT! For some reason, I would be in a formal dress, like prom or something. Out in the rain, revelling, in my fancy dress.

But look at those puddles just crying to be played in.
Little five year old girls don't think about the fancy dress they're wearing. They listen to the puddle calling "run! jump! splash! live in my joy!"
Five year old girls are my biggest inspiration.

I'd be overcome with the joy of the rain and puddles that I wouldn't even think twice about my dress - SPLASH!

Then, suddenly, SPLASH would happen again... this one not mine. I would turn, and splashing back would be HIM. The man I would marry.

Would I be meeting him for the first time?
Would he be somebody I already knew?
Would I be dating him?
It didn't matter, that's not really the point of the story. It would just be part of the love story. Beginning, middle - whatever, it didn't matter.

But in my fantasy land, that's how I would know.

What you weren't told....

I should begin with what I've left out.
It began to grow really big on April 24th. A fantastically beatiful Sunday evening when I was there, looking into the amazing eyes of my Yellow farmer.

Suddenly, a blast of sunshine came from his eyes, and he said "Can you guess what I'm thinking." I said I have no idea... I began to guess and he shushed me. We sat in silence for a while and I waited patiently for him to say it. (I was used to communication that happened this way - from both Utah and Idaho White.... but this was definetly different for my Yellow Farmer.)

"Will you marry me?" He asked.
Whoa! And in a surprisingly good way.
"I don't expect you to know the answer, but I felt the question and I just decided to ask. Too many people wait 'till they know the answer to that question until they ask. I don't know the answer, but I want to ask the question."

Wow. I felt amazing, and loved. Of course I didn't know the answer. It was completely unexpected. I just revelled that he would ask.

But then....

I told him that when I was in high school I had this silly little dream of how I would know the person I was going to marry. Oops, shouldn't have said it, and here's why:

Of course I wasn't going to tell him HOW I would know, because then the answer would be contrived.

Now, he would feel like everything he was doing would be a test. He didn't want to be tested. He wanted me to make the decision based on my own heart - not just on his actions.

It truly wasn't a big deal if it happened or not and he, in his adorable emphatic way said "yes it is! Dreams are important! You can't give up on them."

Sorry

So, there's been a serious lapse of posting. I'm sorry.
Hopefully, soon, I will be online at home, and I can get you all up-do-date...