I knowwww I knoww it's taken a while. Let's leave that alone for now and not blame me, or procrastination. Instead lets blame finals, unpacking/moving back home, party planning, re-packing, food-cooking, getting engaged, cross-country road trips, and internships!!!! [because that's way more fun than blaming my own laziness and procrastination]
When we left off, I had just finished telling you about how we finally saw each other for the first time.
Our first picture together ever..... aww |
^^^ this picture.... amirite? |
Before we sat down though, Taylor took me on a walk around the property for a bit [we were early for our reservation]. We stopped for a minute, just to take in our surroundings, and Taylor turned to me, gave me a little zippered silk Baggie, and made me a promise. Yes, it was with a ring, and heck yes, it was beautiful. He promised me that he would wait for me. That meant a lot for him. He'd been put on hold by my dad's reply to his letter, and he had some doubts about pursuing me. However, right in the midst of his most powerful doubt, God confirmed our relationship, telling him to wait. So this wasn't just a "hey I like you and I want you to like me and be happy so here's this pretty thing." But it was "Here is a symbol of a promise that I will not break. I promise to wait, as long as it takes, to be with you"
Gosh. if that doesn't melt my heart every time I think about it. I am the luckiest woman alive.
But it's weird though, right? by any other standard other than "lets just make this up as we go along", Taylor giving me a ring after the 4th day of us ever being together in person would be considered too much, too early,
I remember having a conversation with my best friend in the airport on my way back home, and I told her the whole story. Our entire weekend. Of course she freaked out, and was excited/nervous for me, but she asked me one question that simultaneously put the biggest smile on my face, and the strongest, flappiest butterflies in my stomach.
She asked if I loved him. I told her yes.
I went back to home/school [sidenote: if you haven't read my post about THAT, you should!!!]. I mourned being back, but I had great friends who picked me up at the airport, and I got to share all my stories of my wonderful weekend with them on the 45 minute drive back to school. The next day, as Taylor and I were processing the weekend together via text, and just going about our business, doing all the things we needed to do to catch up from our weekend, I decided to tell him my secret....that sometimes over the weekend, my heart was saying things that my brain just didn't believe, and my mouth couldn't bring itself to admit.
I loved him.
Finally after being cryptic and trying not to say anything that was too committal, I just said what we both already knew was true, but had never been put into audible words.
"I think I love you"
and he responded with the best words he could have ever chosen.
"I know I love you"