I would watch him play softball.
He would come over for dinner with my brother and sister-in-law.
We had Saturday breakfast dates (which we continue to this day).
I’d drive to his house on Sundays so we could walk to church together.
I drove home late a lot.
I didn’t sleep much.
It was marvelous.
He came to my hometown for Thanksgiving and spent time with my family. He fit right in. I remember walking into the kitchen one morning. No Scott. Where was he?
“Mom. have you seen Scott?”
“I think he is in the garage with Dad.”
Oh no! How awkward. Trying to converse with my dad alone! He is probably nervous. I’ll go save him.
I open the door to the garage to find the two of them bent over the hood of a car, speaking a language unbeknownst to me and having a grand ol’ time. He hardly noticed me! I let them be. What a blessing! A boyfriend who could hold his own with the fam. A man I didn’t have to babysit or aide in conversing with my family. To this day he hangs out with my dad and brothers when I am not around and I never worry about him. He is so easygoing.
December came around and I went home for a week, anxious about what to get this new boyfriend for Christmas. I am huge on gift-giving. It is something I take quite seriously. The first Christmas is always awkward. What do you get? Something heartfelt or not too personal. Expensive? What if they get you something really nice and your gift to them isn’t as good? Or vice versa? It was a stressful time.
He came the day after Christmas. We exchanged gifts. I had butterflies the whole time. He loved the North Face pullover fleece, Klean Kanteen (ugh . . . both those words start with C, which is already alliteration. really, people, really?), and Magnetized frame with a coupon in it for a hike. Oh, and he also liked the itunes gift card and the framed magnet pic of us at the Cal poly football game. A few days later, after I got over the embarrassment of getting him so many gifts, I gave him a few others. A nice Gap thermal, a long-sleeved, collared, button-up Gap shirt, and some awesomely soft sweatpants that became a fave of his. Oh, and the cozy blanket that was really a gift for myself since I was always freezing at the apartment he shared with a friend.
His gifts to me were a new study Bible (my everyday Bible now), a knife set (he had heard me complaining about not having one), and The Complete Idiot’s Guide to Crocheting(he knew I wanted to learn), which earned a loud laugh from my brothers. Who knew that crocheting would become so important to me a short two years later?