It was a busy day... back off! Finally got the holy piece of crap (otherwise known as HP 3 in 1) to save my scans!
Now that we are back to our regularly scheduled program... are you ready for part 6?
Okay, so now that we have OFFICIALLY kissed, remember... he made me wait a whole month (and then I made him wait 3 days, but come on, it was only fair, right?).
So, we had a lot of fun over the next month. Lots of kissing. L.O.T.S! T.O.N.S! Couldn't help it. We loved kissing each other. We also loved talking. During this time we talked a lot too. And then kissed. And then talked some more. And then kissed some more.
For months (even before we started dating) we had been talking about going to California, a group of us, staying with my parents and heading to Disneyland. Over time that trip evolved.
A month after our first kiss we made our way down to SoCal for Disneyland, but also for a very special event. I know, you are thinking I'm crazy, and I'm not going to argue with you on that one. It was time for the classic- "asking future FIL for permission to marry his daughter." Ya, it was quick, but remember, we spent everyday (just about) together even before we dated. We saw each other sick. We saw each other with our respective (but not quite respectable) families. We saw each other through the highs and the lows, and even then we still wanted to date each other. That's saying something.
So, we went to Disneyland.
Me, FiM and my little Bro.
Disneyland was a blast. We really had a great time with each other, FiM's friend Toby (AKA What's his bucket) and my Bro, Dave.
We spent I think 3 days there. FiM (previously known as Cute Big Jerk Guy) waited until the very last night to ask my Dad for a private meeting. Mom and I were sitting in the livingroom. It wasn't until 2 hours later that Mom and I realized Dad and FiM were still in the kitchen have a little chat. Once I realized this, though, I was nervous. What is going on? About a half an hour later they made their way into the livingroom to rejoin us. FiM had the "Deer in the headlights" look mixed with a plastered "I need to smile because I am supposed to be happy" look. Dad was happy, slapped FiM on the back and the evening was over at that point.
It wasn't until later that I was told by FiM that the 2 1/2 hour conversation was basically one sided, with Dad telling him a lot about being married and what he expected of FiM. The one quote, though, that is forever engraved in his mind-
Now, I am pretty sure it was at that point that the fear of God entered into FiM, knowing that if he didn't do right by me he would be the one to wind up dead...or something like that. What it really came down to was the fact that FiM was granted permission, and given my Dad's blessing. One reason (aside from the fact that my Dad clicked with FiM right off the bat) was that although I was the 4th daughter to get married, my now fiancee was the first one to ask his permission. Such a suck-up. I do have to say that I told FiM he needed to do this, but I am almost positive he would have done it anyway. He is a gentleman like that.
I'm still shocked that he didn't run from the house screaming an hour into the "conversation."
The official asking for my hand in marriage came on April 17th. FiM made a nice dinner (BBQ chicken- yum!). Wanna know what comes next?
Stop by tomorrow. (Quit your whining.)
Theme song- in honor of part of my post being about Disneyland here is When You Wish Upon A Star.
