10 Stories/10 Years: Story #3
Song I transcribed into a letter to Ralexwin Summer of 2000:
Our wedding day was set for one month after our fateful conversation. Looking back on it I think that if it were my daughter I would probably behave in the same manner my family did. They were shocked, confused, and tried more than once to get me to slow the whole thing down.
I was determined. I was afraid that if I changed the date Ralexwin would back out.
Why would I think such a thing?
Well, there was this one time... a few months before... that Ralexwin and I had discussed eloping. We joked a lot about it, actually, but this one time in the middle of the summer we decided to go through with it.
Ralexwin would drive up to St. George, pick me up and then we'd rush down to Vegas (1 1/2 hours from where I lived) and just do it.
We chickened out.
So I was less than convinced that Ralexwin would stick to our wedding plans if I pushed them back.
Crazy much? Yes... very.
My poor parents. The heart aches I must have caused them.
There were so many wonderful conversations like:
"Mom, Ralexwin asked me to marry him!"
"Oh! That's so wonderful dear. . . whose Ralexwin?"
Or:
"Dad thinks you're pregnant and that's why you're getting married so fast."
"I'm not pregnant!"
"Don't tell me, tell Dad."
Or:
"I saw your wedding announcement in the mail and I just thought to myself, 'what is she doing!'"
Lovely days.
Ralexwin had it no easier:
"I saw that girl you used to be dating at the store yesterday. She's so wonderful, I really feel you should be marrying her instead."
"Thanks, Dad, but I think she'd be a little surprised if I asked her now."
It was a long month.
On top of our mutual familial resistance, Ralexwin was still in Phoenix and I was at my mom's house in Idaho.
Our long distance relationship would last until the day before the wedding.
Little did we know how important those days of letters and late night phone calls would be for us in the years to come.
I want you to need me
Like the air you breathe
I want you to feel me
In everything
I want you to see me
In your every dream
The way that I taste you feel you breathe you need you
I want you to need me
Like I need you
More than you could know
And I need you
To never never let me go
And I need to be deep inside your heart
I just want to be everywhere you are....
(Celine Dion: I Want You To Need Me)
Our wedding day was set for one month after our fateful conversation. Looking back on it I think that if it were my daughter I would probably behave in the same manner my family did. They were shocked, confused, and tried more than once to get me to slow the whole thing down.
I was determined. I was afraid that if I changed the date Ralexwin would back out.
Why would I think such a thing?
Well, there was this one time... a few months before... that Ralexwin and I had discussed eloping. We joked a lot about it, actually, but this one time in the middle of the summer we decided to go through with it.
Ralexwin would drive up to St. George, pick me up and then we'd rush down to Vegas (1 1/2 hours from where I lived) and just do it.
We chickened out.
So I was less than convinced that Ralexwin would stick to our wedding plans if I pushed them back.
Crazy much? Yes... very.
My poor parents. The heart aches I must have caused them.
There were so many wonderful conversations like:
"Mom, Ralexwin asked me to marry him!"
"Oh! That's so wonderful dear. . . whose Ralexwin?"
Or:
"Dad thinks you're pregnant and that's why you're getting married so fast."
"I'm not pregnant!"
"Don't tell me, tell Dad."
Or:
"I saw your wedding announcement in the mail and I just thought to myself, 'what is she doing!'"
Lovely days.
Ralexwin had it no easier:
"I saw that girl you used to be dating at the store yesterday. She's so wonderful, I really feel you should be marrying her instead."
"Thanks, Dad, but I think she'd be a little surprised if I asked her now."
It was a long month.
On top of our mutual familial resistance, Ralexwin was still in Phoenix and I was at my mom's house in Idaho.
Our long distance relationship would last until the day before the wedding.
Little did we know how important those days of letters and late night phone calls would be for us in the years to come.
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