Sunday, December 8, 2013
Engaged!
I'm engaged. Sometimes I can't believe it myself! It's been a quick and crazy year plus of dating this crazy guy. He loves me more than I think I know. Anyway . . .
I had parent teacher conferences, and Dale obviously didn't quite know what this meant. He just thought kids got out of school early, and I had extra time or something. Haha. He will learn. He texted me and asked if I wanted to go to dinner, but I didn't answer him because I was at conferences. So, an hour later, when I was finished, I said I would love to go to dinner, and I would meet him at my place in about 20 minutes.
I had gathered up all my bags--purse, lunch pouch, and teacher stuff--and was walking up my stairs as I was talking to my mom on the phone. Struggling with the door key, I finally got it open, and there was Dale, down on one knee in my living room. I told my mom I'd have to call her back, which she couldn't quite understand why! Sorry, Mom!
Dale had taken the day off of work, cleaned up my place, which to him meant putting away my shoes by the door, rugs, magazine basket, and things like that. Dishes? Nah. He had put real red and white rose petals all over the floor and had lit candles. He had some of his favorite romantic music playing--I have no idea what it was. After closing the door and putting down my bags, Dale proposed, and I said yes. It was a simple proposal and a simple answer.
Dale had brought dinner: a can of black beans, rice, tortillas, enchilada sauce, cheese, and chicken. It was almost 7, so I just kind of laughed and said thanks, but we're going out for dinner because I'm tired. We went to a local Mexican place called Garcias. It was a fun night, and I'm pretty sure I was just in shock for the most part of it. I then sent Dale packing back to American Fork. Sigh. This long distance thing is hard!
I think the next day at school, my students were the most excited. They were so cute about it. Anyway, let the wedding planning adventure begin!
I had parent teacher conferences, and Dale obviously didn't quite know what this meant. He just thought kids got out of school early, and I had extra time or something. Haha. He will learn. He texted me and asked if I wanted to go to dinner, but I didn't answer him because I was at conferences. So, an hour later, when I was finished, I said I would love to go to dinner, and I would meet him at my place in about 20 minutes.
I had gathered up all my bags--purse, lunch pouch, and teacher stuff--and was walking up my stairs as I was talking to my mom on the phone. Struggling with the door key, I finally got it open, and there was Dale, down on one knee in my living room. I told my mom I'd have to call her back, which she couldn't quite understand why! Sorry, Mom!
Dale had taken the day off of work, cleaned up my place, which to him meant putting away my shoes by the door, rugs, magazine basket, and things like that. Dishes? Nah. He had put real red and white rose petals all over the floor and had lit candles. He had some of his favorite romantic music playing--I have no idea what it was. After closing the door and putting down my bags, Dale proposed, and I said yes. It was a simple proposal and a simple answer.
Dale had brought dinner: a can of black beans, rice, tortillas, enchilada sauce, cheese, and chicken. It was almost 7, so I just kind of laughed and said thanks, but we're going out for dinner because I'm tired. We went to a local Mexican place called Garcias. It was a fun night, and I'm pretty sure I was just in shock for the most part of it. I then sent Dale packing back to American Fork. Sigh. This long distance thing is hard!
I think the next day at school, my students were the most excited. They were so cute about it. Anyway, let the wedding planning adventure begin!
Monday, September 30, 2013
Mount St. Helens
Misty and I decided to go on a summer vacation trip, sans the boys. We drove through Idaho, stayed the night at a beautiful lake in the hills of Idaho. The next day, we drove to Washington via Oregon, where we stayed at The Lone Fir Resort. We got up at about 4:30 and were on the trail to Mount St. Helens by 5:30. Talk about rough. The trail started out like any other. We had to take the summer trail, which we weren't planning on and added time to our hike. Apparently there is a lot of snow in June in Washington. After a few miles of wooded ski trails, we made it to the timber line. We hiked along lava flows and bare mountain for another few miles. Then, it was straight up! The trail continues almost vertical up the ridge of the mountain. It was steep! I realize that we were climbing a volcano and all, but it was steeper than I had expected. I thought the slightest shift in my backpack would tip me over at one point. After a few miles of boulder, we could see it getting super steep. We had watched people begin to climb what we thought would be the ash field, but they were climbing in thick snow with ice picks and crampons. Several skiers and snowboarders also passed us, gear and all, ready to ski their way down. Well, as we were in hiking boots only and didn't want to risk having to be rescued, we decided to turn around. We had been hiking almost six hours at this point. My hip was killing me! I would have loved to finish, but I know my limits, and I think that's important in hiking, too. Misty was such a great friend to put up with me! All in all, it was beautiful and breathtaking!
We continued our trip south, headed down to Portland and made a few stops there, including Powell's Bookstore and an ice cream run. I love the downtown Portland area! After that, it was off to camp in the redwoods and travel down the California coast. All in all, a successful trip, despite leaving my favorite pillow and blanket in some random sketchy hotel. Misty wasn't willing to backtrack five hours. I wasn't either! I love spending time with this girl! I'm so grateful we met back in the day at Westminy!
We continued our trip south, headed down to Portland and made a few stops there, including Powell's Bookstore and an ice cream run. I love the downtown Portland area! After that, it was off to camp in the redwoods and travel down the California coast. All in all, a successful trip, despite leaving my favorite pillow and blanket in some random sketchy hotel. Misty wasn't willing to backtrack five hours. I wasn't either! I love spending time with this girl! I'm so grateful we met back in the day at Westminy!
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