I thought it would be fun to record Jason’s and my love story—at least the beginning of it—starting with when we met and fell in love back in 1999. This is part 4 of 6.
For the rest of the day after the post-prom sleep over, I couldn’t think about anything other than Jason. I went to a planning meeting for an upcoming house building mission trip to Mexico and then went to the beach with some other youth group friends who were also going on the trip. We ate pizza and watched the sunset but my mind was consumed with that cute boy I had danced with the night before.
After church the next day, Jason came over to say hello. We made small talk for a few minutes. I had been doodling on my bulletin during the service with a random carpenter’s pencil I found in the pew. I made some joke about how it probably got flattened by a steam roller or a fat person sitting on it (I don’t remember specifically) and he laughed and asked if I would use my flat pencil to write down my phone number for him. My heart started pounding even harder than it already was…my number! He wants my number! He’s going to call me!
As if my mind wasn’t already consumed enough with this guy, now I had to wait by the phone for the rest of the day. I’m pretty sure I spent the afternoon sunning in the backyard with a few magazines, the portable phone by my side, you know, just in case. In the evening a classmate came over to work on a debate for English class the next day. We were supposed to be preparing to argue how it was impossible that Lee Harvey Oswald assassinated John F. Kennedy. The grassy knoll. The magic bullet theory. The Warren Commission. I couldn’t care less. All I could think about was the phone. When was it going to ring?
I rescued this guy out of my parents’ pool skimmer box a few days ago.
Our new home exterior will have cedar siding, as well as concrete block on most of the front, and hardie plank accents around the side and back. I was having trouble visualizing the cedar so I did some homework and looked for images on Pinterest.
Here is what I DON’T want it to look like!
Or like this. Too rustic for my taste.
I stumbled upon this image, also. This house has several elements similar to ours. Concrete facade, cedar siding, courtyard entrance, glass store front style door. I also really love the unexpected pop of blue.
To be perfectly honest, I was late taking this 9 month picture mainly because I couldn’t decide on an accessory. Then it hit me. WIth her hair growing an inch longer everyday (it seems), this cute hair clippy made by my friend Renata for her daughter’s first birthday party, is perfect.
Sweet girl, at 9 months old you are looking less like a baby and more like a toddler all the time. Your body is growing and getting more active. You tolerate time on your tummy much better now, and land yourself in that position often when you’re reaching for a toy that’s just beyond an arms length. From there you’ve started spinning yourself around on the floor, rotating on your belly like a merry-go-round. Sometimes you shove yourself backwards and end up under a chair or footstool and you dust the underside of it with your pant legs. In other news, you’ve been getting good at grasping and eating finger foods like peas and cheerios. You’ll try any foods we offer you. Lately you’ve been relentlessly fascinated with necklaces. Honestly, it’s driving me crazy. You broke one by accident recently and I’ve stopped wearing them for the most part because, girl, I needed a break from continuously redirecting you. You are sweet and curious and how can I blame you for being attracted to pretty bling? You’re a lady. The other big news around here is about teeth. Your third tooth broke through 2 days after your 9-month birthday. It’s not very visible yet but with the way you’ve been grinding your bottom two teeth against it, I imagine both of your top front two teeth will be visible very soon. Which means you get to enjoy eating even more yummy foods, like steak and corn on the cob! The past month included a visit from your Aunt Char, Uncle Steve and cousin Aiden from Pennsyvania and quick weekend trip up to Cincinnati to visit our friends. You are a great traveler, still happy and easy-going almost all the time. We spent 3 days together last week, just the two of us, while everyone else was traveling. I’m glad I have you to hang out with, otherwise I’d be talking to Lucy all day. I tell you about the plan for the day, my to do list and about the breakfast I’m cooking. You chatter back to me, most of it unrecognizable words, with the occasional dada, mama, hi, yeah, hungee thrown in. You’ve also started saying uh huh and uh uh (yes/no) and shaking your head, in context. I love that you’re communicating more and more all the time. “Hungee” has been the most helpful word, which means you want a bottle, not that you’re just hungry because sometimes you say it while we’re feeding you other food. Oh, and another new form of communication that we just love—kissing! Sometimes you purse your lips and gently lean in for a kiss, especially if we give you the “mmmm” warning that a kiss is coming. Sometimes you put your hands on our cheeks and pull in for a smacker. You did that the first time to Daddy while he was changing your diaper and it was the sweetest thing ever. Other times you vigorously grab hair/ears/earrings/glasses and smother our faces with giant, open mouth, slobbery kisses. Where did you learn that?! Girl, you need to stop! Stick to the sweet, not-quite-puckered, mostly dry kisses. Clearly, I am smitten with you. Each day is full of joy because of your irresistible smile and charm. We are so thankful you came into our lives 7 months ago.
Shortly after I wrote about feeling like everything was at a standstill, progress started happening. We’ll be breaking ground on our new house soon…soon…soon. I don’t know when exactly yet, but things are starting to roll forward. We’ve decided on a contractor and we’re doing paperwork with our bank. Also, Precious just had a burst of new milestones. Scooting around on her belly (more on that later), her third tooth emerging and this: she’s graduated from the inflatable toddler tub to the full bathtub.
Precious has always enjoyed bath time but the big tub allowed for the introduction of some exciting new toys. Also, it’s easier to wash her when she can stand up or lay back in the water to rinse her hair.
My friend Leila bought us this Yookidoo Fill ‘N’ Spout bath fountain back when we were preparing to become foster parents. Ladybug (16-17 months old) had a lot of fun with it and now Precious is old enough to love it, too. I highly recommend this toy. There are three different cups that can go under the spout—a rainshower, a mill and a nesting “peekaboo” cup. Have I ever mentioned that cups are Precious’ favorite toys ever? And the fountain is so easy to turn on and off (by pushing the big orange face) that my 9-month-old can do it herself—not exactly on purpose but she does manage to turn it on and off!
I thought it would be fun to record Jason’s and my love story—at least the beginning of it—starting with when we met and fell in love back in 1999. This is part 3 of 6.
There was a dance coming up, hosted by the local Christian radio station called the Christian Prom—kids from any school were welcome, the music was all Christian and of course…no funny business. Me and another girl at our church (who apparently also had a crush on Jay) convinced him to go. We all called him Jay instead of Jason back then and until I found out he preferred Jason.
We each showed up with different groups of friends. A few of my friends were seeing Jason for the first time and one of them insisted I needed a picture of him for my scrapbook, at all costs! She marched right up to him, snapped the photo with no explanation, turned around and came straight back to the table where we were all sitting…waiting and hoping we’d get asked to dance. The red glow was caused by the photographer’s carelessly placed finger. I love the what the?! look on his face.
It was getting late. Jason was running out of slow songs to make his move. Finally, half way through a song—I couldn’t tell you which one because I wasn’t listening to it at all—he made is way over to us and asked if I could like to dance. We walked out to the dance floor together and bobbled back and forth in awkward rhythm, Jason with his hands on my waist and me with my hands around his neck, a good 12″ between us. (Why didn’t my bold friend take a picture of this?)
After the dance, most of our youth group friends went back to Emily’s house for the night—one of the graduating seniors who had been an important influence on me. Finally, Jason and I had time to just talk and flirt and sit side by side. Somehow, I don’t remember any of our parents taking issue with 10-15 high school boys and girls all sleeping in one living room. I guess we were trustworthy enough and there was accountability in numbers. Jason slept on one end of a sofa and I on the other end…with the girl who also liked him in between us. When I opened my eyes in the morning—with a neck ache, I’m sure!—I saw Jason, sleeping peacefully just a few feet away from me. Before long everyone started stirring. I watched him open his eyes, look at me, blink hard and yawn, look at the girl was still asleep on his legs and make a raised-eyebrows face at me that said, “Oh boy…”