Happy Valentine’s Day!
I thought it would be an appropriate time to add on to our love story.
I have decided to start writing our love story.
I want to be able to look back at this when we are 50 years old.
I want our future children to be able to read it.
Plus, I’m already starting to forget some details…so I want to write it now…before I forget altogether.
I left off with our first kiss and told you that we had made a breakfast date for the next day.
He was headed out to an oil rig and I was going to Lewistown to spend the 4th of July with my family…so breakfast was our only option to see each other before we both left town.
I never even went to dinner with guys…so going out to breakfast was a really big deal.
I honestly remember that I almost backed out.
I’m so glad I didn’t.
We went to a restaurant called Grains of Montana.
We ordered breakfast and Kane got a monster cookie…
He said they were the best cookies ever.
And we always get one to share every time we go back.
I remember being really nervous…and Kane seemed really relaxed.
He could easily carry on our conversation even if I was only responding with one word answers.
He was basically telling me all the reasons why I should like him…
Little did he know I already did. He didn’t have to plead his case.
We spent an obnoxious amount of time at the restaurant until we finally decided that we both better hit the road.
I got to my grandparents house and I was bummed that I hadn’t heard from him.
I kept telling myself that it was probably because he was driving.
A few hours later my phone rang.
(Or vibrated because let’s be honest…what 19 year old uses a ringtone?)
It was Kane.
I was surrounded by family and too nervous to answer so I ignored it.
I was honestly shocked that he actually called me. Again, I was 19 and texting was my preferred form of communication.
Maybe it was because Kane is so much older than me and people his age made phone calls.
He left me a voicemail so I ran inside the house really quick to check it.
“Hey it’s me…the man of your dreams…”
Of course this put a smile on my face.
For some reason after listening to his voicemail I actually wanted to call him back.
I went downstairs, sat in my Grandpa’s office chair and made the phone call.
I can remember being so nervous!
He answered and again the conversation was so effortless.
We must have talked for at least an hour.
At one point my Mom came downstairs and asked who I was talking to.
I immediately blushed and told her it was the guy that I went to breakfast with.
“You are actually TALKING to a BOY on the PHONE?!”
Later that night my Mom grilled me about this boy.
Mom: “Who is this guy anyways?”
Me: “Well his name is Kane.”
Me: “No, Kane. Like sugar cane.”
Mom: “Ooh! I’m going to call him Sugar!”
Me: (Eye roll)
Needless to say the phone calls continued the whole time Kane was out on his contract.
I really think him working out of town helped us solidify our relationship from the very beginning.
We spent hours on the phone just talking and getting to know each other.
I posted this photo from that 4th of July weekend…and of course Kane commented on it.
He was already sweet talking my Mom and hadn’t even met her yet!
(That story is coming up next…and it’s a good one!)
Happy Valentine’s Day!
I will forever be thankful that you had the courage to make all of those phone calls…and took the time to get to know me.
I love you!!
to be continued…