This is the next installment in a rather long series about how Daniel and I met–and have become engaged. Click on the “Our Story” tag for context.
We’d decided to talk sooner than Wednesday and had scheduled a call the next Monday–less than 50 hours from when we’d ended our six-hour Skype conversation–but it still seemed like much too long a wait.
I texted Daniel that very evening:
“So I thought maybe you should know…that I’m dating this man who’s rather amazing. I’m pretty much crazy about him.”
Daniel played right along:
“Really? Maybe he and I should meet some time.”
Sunday morning, Daniel’s text came 15 minutes before I started teaching Sunday school and managed to completely fluster me. How was I supposed to teach, to be normal, when “Good morning, beautiful one” was running through my head?
Monday morning, I posted “In Which Words Fall Short”–and posted a link to Daniel’s Facebook wall, with the comment: “Alternately titled ‘In which I make my claim’.”
A little later that morning, Daniel announced to Facebook that he had a girlfriend (me!). Between my blog post and his Facebook wall post, the comments came pouring in.
I confess that I was distracted that day, checking up on blog comments and Facebook comments, enjoying everyone’s reaction, but mostly enjoying the fact that he was mine and I his.
When we talked that evening, Daniel mentioned that he’d received my birthday card.
I groaned at the thought.
I’d sent the card when things were undefined, when I was in love with him but didn’t feel the freedom to tell him how I felt.
It was a silly card, my personal greeting was lighthearted and bland.
I told Daniel that I was sorry, that I had wanted to wish him happy birthday with something more meaningful than e-mail or a Facebook wall post. But my card ended up insufficient in my eyes, so trite compared to what I now wanted to say (and finally had the freedom to express.)
I tried to make it up the next day (Daniel’s actual birthday) by sending him birthday wishes via every channel available – I emailed him a happy birthday, wrote it on his Facebook wall, texted him, and at last told him when we talked that evening.
Yes, the 50 hour gap between when we hung up on Saturday and when we spoke on Monday was too much. We were now set for a new schedule of conversation–talking every day.
I’m having increasing trouble commenting on your blog but can comment via iPhone.
It’s so nice to have all these venues through which to communicate. My husband and I met in college and lived 1,000 miles apart during the summer. We could only afford to call occasionally. No texts, no Skype, no quick calls, no email. It was torture.
I like how you linked up to your former blog post. It’s interesting reading the history of the story alongside what you were actually saying on the blog…which was oftentimes NOT MUCH! :D
Ahahahaha! I loved reading this!
Your texts are so…SO funny to me because we have those exact same conversations.