Premie Stuff

As most of you know, Nick and I met and dated before his mission.  It wasn't conventional, he was in Provo, I was in Rexburg.  So everytime we got together, I would write a novel about it….seriously, I think one was about 30 pages long.  I wanted to document everything, so I would have something to read and remember while he was gone from me.  One time, I asked him to write what he thought about our weekend together, and he did.  It wasn't nearly as long as what I would write by any means, but it still touched me.  I have been going through our old files, and found it, so I thought I would share it.

"This weekend started off with me and Chris waiting for Amy to get to the car so that we could leave for Idaho. She finally go to the car a few minutes late which to me seemed like a lifetime because I hadn’t seen her for two weeks and as far as I’m concerned that’s much too long for this romantic’s heart. So we headed up and out of Provo with one minor stop at a Korean food market. They had all sorts of crazy foods in there including a juvenile Wahoo which is a really, really cool fish that I hope to catch one day. We took off from the market around 3 or so and were on our way down the long, straight, and rather desolate highway to Rexburg. Along the way we saw huge herds of antelope returning to the far north from their winter migrations. We also saw a few small packs of mule deer which is always fun to see, well because I’m a nature loving freak, but that’s beside the point. We finally made it to Rexburg around 7ish, I can’t really remember. And, as we were entering north campus our headlights went out scaring the crap out of me. The then came back on but only in flickers. It was a blessing that we were so close to our destination. We pulled up outside Sara’s dorm and I hurried Amy out of the car and even carried a lot of her stuff to make things quicker. I knocked and heard a “come in”, so I did and to much of my surprise Sara wasn’t hiding, she was right in the living room waiting for me, I assume. I threw my stuff down and gave her a huge hug. I missed her so much, which is probably why as we neared Rexburg I couldn’t sit still in my seat or stop saying how excited I was. I was so glad to have her back in my arms. I love that girl. Anyways, Daniela was making food from Bulgaria for dinner which was absolutely delicious. And as we waited for dinner we clung together and she was elusive with her lips for like 15 minutes but promptly broke down and gave me “a good one”. We grabbed a piece of the Bulgarian pie thingy and sat down on the floor together. I love relaxing and eating with her, it makes it feel so…grown up and meaningful in a way, it’s hard to explain... now due to time constraints I’m going to just describe some of the best of the already best weekend ever.
…Friday night was like Christmas morning… it was like coming down the stairs and seeing what you’ve waited a whole year to get from Santa. Only with me… it was coming through a front door of an apartment and seeing the love of my life standing in front of me and our Father in Heaven the one to thank for bringing us together… I hugged her and took it all in, and was in all actuality anticipated before I knew of her… so having her back in my arms Friday night was definitely a highlight.
…I loved Saturday morning with Sara… we walked to Walmart hand in hand… just as any young married college couple would… we got there and looked at shirts for her and walked around… it was nice… almost like a foreshadowing of a sort… I can’t wait until this becomes common place…
…Friday night is something that is probably outlined in the BYU Idaho honor code as a violation… but its worth a detailed account… or at least a certain tree deserves mentioning… it was rather cold out… and we had been wandering around after being kicked out of a building because time grew too late… and as we were wandering I mentioned that I hadn’t seen many benches to sit on at her campus and just as I said this we found a set of 5 or 6 of them on this tiny hill thing next to a building. In the middle of this arrangement was a single tree that didn’t remain lonely for long… she wanted to stand and as I leaned on the tree the best kissing I have ever experienced or heard of took place… it was deep and loving as well as passionate… I love her… and as I rubbed the back of her neck and held her tight… I knew it… and I’ll never stop knowing it."

The first time he came to visit me in Idaho, I was so terrified, I hid in the bathroom when he got there and wouldn't come out for like 15 minutes.  Haha, I was so silly.  But I'd only met him once at that point!   So that's why he made that comment about me waiting for him in the living room.  Another thing, our first weekend together, we walked into town and passed a creek, and he showed me all the ideal places to cast your line.  I should have seen it coming then (his obsession with fishing…) haha but I sure didn't.  We used to talk about what life would be like, what our kids would look like…..things like that.  So it's funny to me that 6years later, we are married and have a little boy, and trips to walmart are definitely common place.

And then something funny I found in my journal from 4 months before he left on his mission:

"Cambrie’s older brother told him something very disheartening yesterday.  He said that I would stay interested and intent only about a year, and then it was gonna be over.  And I was all, Nick, I’m going to wait for you.  And he was all, you’d better wait for me.  Actually he said it sadder than that.  It was like he believed I wouldn’t wait.  But I’m going to.  I love him, and I’ll never stop loving him.  I mean I get people all the time who tell me I’m not going to wait, or that when he gets back he’s not going to be interested in me anymore.  And that’s just as discouraging to me as people telling him I’m not going to wait.  And he told me not to worry, because he knows what he wants.  And I was all good, because I know what I want.  And I want him.  No, we’re going to be fine.  I told him that we shouldn’t listen to anyone, that we can do it.  I mean we used to wonder what it would be like to sit together, and we used to look forward to holding hands and stuff like that.   Why not look forward to marriage and have the same result?  I think we’ll be fine.  Besides, I want my babies to look like him."

You know that song from Oklahoma?  The one Ado Annie sings with what's his butt?  And he talks about building a home big enough for two but not for three?  Then she sings "supposing that we should have a third one…." "he'd better look a lot like me" "the spittin' image!" "he'd better look a lot like me!"  Nick used to sing that to me when I was pregnant, haha.  Before he left on his mission, I had a dream we had a little blond boy with Nick's ears.  Good to know everything came true!