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Wednesday August 13 2008

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Ok it's not wednesday anymore but this blog is about that day.

We had planned a camping trip, he knew of a place that was quite secluded, last time we went camping we had neighbors just a few feet away, this didn't give us much of a chance for any kind of play LOL although we did have a good trip. So this time he planned to take me somewhere much more secluded.

Tuesday morning I wake up before my alarm to make the 3 hour drive to meet him, he usually comes here or we meet in the middle but this time I'm making the long drive. It takes everything I have to keep the cruse control on 120....I want to get there as fast as I can. I get to the city right on schedule, feeling pretty good about myself....and then I get lost...I suck at directions. A quick phone call and a few more minutes in the car I'm in his arms again.

We get our groceries, load my stuff in his truck, park my car and we're on our way.

We arrive at the most beautiful place on earth....maybe not but probably the most beautiful place I have ever seen (I'll post a couple pics in my album...you decide)

An hour later, tent set up...time to test out the air mattress....hehe yup it holds up well

It gets cold in the mountains at night but he keeps the fire going and makes sure I'm warm enough...he really does spoil me....at one point we both look up to the sky at the same time and see an amazing meteor...just one even though there is supposed to be a meteor shower.

Eventually it's time for bed...gotta test out the air mattress again just in case...yup, all good .

So Wednesday morning....I wake up excited for the day...wondering exactly what the plan is....maybe our new toy (remote egg...I get the egg, he gets the remote hehe) or maybe something much more devious...either way I'm happy, we get the whole day alone together....off to the outhouse to ummm freshen up as best I can in an outhouse LOL I want to cry...my cycle...4 days early (...not only does this mess up our plans but we are in bear country and bears love the smell of blood...so into town we go to get me some supplies...me mumbling "this sucks" all the way.

Eventually I get over it...sort of...and we have a wonderful day just enjoying each others company.

So...to get to the reason I'm writing about this day...at one point (I have no idea what time cause we're camping and who really pays attention to time) I walk to the lake right behind our site and fish for a while while he stays back to do whatever guys do at camp sites.

I'm sitting there, line in the water, listening to the sounds of nature and nothing else, I hear him walking up behind me...when he gets close I lean my head back expecting him to lean over and kiss me...but no, instead I see his hands move in front of me. I'm not sure if my stomach or my heart flipped faster, all I could do was drop my rod in my lap when I saw the chain in his hands. Four and a half months...it started with just some friendly chat and quickly progressed to "I want to see you again soon" to feeling of being his, and now it is official and I'm thrilled and terrified at the same time...only terrified because we both know that come winter it will be harder for us to see each other but we have made it work this far and I'm sure we will manage to continue to make it work.

The chain has a clasp on the back, it's not the kind of thing I can wear to work or around my family, it's just the right size that I can wear it on my ankle under a sock when I can't have it visible and I will buy a nice pouch for it for those times that I can't have it on at all so I can still keep it close to me.

As much as I enjoyed our trip and didn't want to leave him to come home last night, I was also excited to get back to my computer to post this, I want to world to know that I am his , I can't tell the whole world...but I can tell my friends here.
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