(PART 1 HERE)
I lamely said goodbye (be still my soul - we must part!) but he quickly solved our communication issues before Christian had time to complain about my dawdling.
All I wanted to do was talk to him, but I was bombarded all evening.
Aidan: "Is it okay if I email you?"
Me: "Uh, sure...?" quickly dodges away before he sees me blush or something.
He went home beaming.
I went home and flopped on my bed and freaked out.
I just agreed to email a boy! He likes me! He actually likes me! What does that mean? Why am I so weird? Sleeeeeep! Agh. He likes me!
Mom was promptly informed early next morning of everything. I always found mother-daughter talks insanely awkward, but they're actually not as intimidating as they seem. She laughed and assured me that Aidan was a fine young man and that seventeen-year-olds are perfectly within reason to "get to know" a boy.
Oh, by the way, she gave him the roses.
Permission granted - I raced upstairs to check that email of mine.
(now do you think I'm a silly girl?)
He just about fulfilled all my expectations of a gentleman in one short little email:
". . .I don't really know how you feel about this, or what you think of me. I don't expect you to tell me either. You are a great friend to me and it makes me really happy just to be around you. I'm not asking you out or anything. I just think you are super cool and I hope to stay in touch. Now that the musical is over, I'm not sure how often I will see you. That is why I asked to email you. Just so we can stay in touch, and maybe get to know each other better. If this sounds like something you don't want to do, please, tell me. I will respect your wishes fully."
After our first email, he suggested we snail mail.I happened to see him that very night and he slipped me his address *indiscreetly* in front of all my friends (it never occurred to him to just email it to me.) I was so mortified about the whole deal that I promptly went home, cried, and tore it to pieces.
P.S. I'm fickle.
It's okay, I slept and re-thought things.
I also dug his address out of the trash can, and finally told my sisters so they wouldn't wonder why I had a letter from Aidan Durie. I didn't tell my best friend until a month later.
I was terrified of what people would think!
Never before have I sent emails that take me three hours to write - and I type fast. We emailed at least twice a day (twice a day!) and never missed a single day for at least a month. Email led to Skype, which led to texting, which led to we need to get together sometime. I was completely intrigued by this fellow I hardly knew, and was absolutely overwhelmed when I discovered we had about 99.99% of everything that matters in common. Minus sardines.
P.s. I don't suggest going so overboard as we did. But that's right, just the facts. The plain, simple, homely, un-embroidered facts of our infatuation.
Another mommy talk later, she informed me that she considered us dating. Dating - she said - was just two people who interact like normal people and whatever happens happens. Aidan was officially granted access to the Bergmann household.
I sorta freaked out. #storyofmylife
P.s. His family is too amazing to be true. His parents married young, and his mommy was a wonderful encouragement to frazzled me.
After all the rainbows and unicorns, we had a few squabbles (okay, a lot) and there was the time Aidan tried to cure my anxiousness over my senior year by asking me to marry him (I said no and couldn't believe what kind of weirdo asks like that. I've since forgiven him, and we laugh about it now. You have permission to laugh, too)
|The infamous, "will you marry me" day when I almost cried from complete embarrassment|
P.s. I decided I was going to marry Aidan before I had even talked to him. Don't judge, I already killed myself over such *thoughts* a bajillion times. Again, just the facts.
Aidan began working full-time for his Dad's electrical business and started his first year of "apprenticeship" (whatever that's called.) He was busy becoming a man, and I was busy with my Senior year.
|Eating birthday pizza!|
That escalated quickly, you're thinking.
As weird as it sounds, I had no future plans and we both knew the inevitable. There were no shut doors, God was there, and life is short - what's to stop us from getting married?
P.s. This sounds weird, but you must understand that when you know you've found you're guy, waiting for no reason is just dumb. I don't advise getting married young, but even the Apostle Paul doesn't advise waiting for no reason, either. We're all human here.
That's why the waitress gaped at the seventeen-year-old and eighteen-year-old sitting with the girl's parents and a pile of brochures containing info on "why-we-can-and-should-get-married-next-year." My parents surprisingly agreed!
P.s. I'm not joking about the brochures.
|We adopted Aidan for everything. Even Christmas caroling!|
My parents were rightly concerned of any marriages in the next year and pointed out some financial stuff we needed to reconsider. My parents blessing and support are important to me, so I cried and gave up.
However, Aidan decided we were getting married next year and decided to fulfill the expectations of my parents, even if it killed him.
I remained skeptical.
In a span of two months, he moved out, got the most insane factory job ever, and proceeded to start a place of his own. By this time, he was working part time with his dad and full-time + over-time with a plastic factory.What a guy. Diligence for the win!
|He makes supper all alone. Broke my heart. ♥|
He can be crabby. I can be irrational and judgmental.We were both capable of being jerks and ignoring each other.
Dealing with conflict and learning to love selflessly was something we kept learning over and over again.Thank goodness for long walks and millions of Kleenexes!
(I learned that this boy forgives me unconditionally, which made me cry under the apple tree and wonder why I ever doubted.)
Both our parents had a pow-wow a week ago and agreed that we had their blessing to move on as we saw fit (eeep!)
P.s. Can I mention right now that it was so awkward when people asked me my after high school plans? It's not like I go around blaring, "I'm getting married."
May 5, 2015: Happy Seven Roses Day!Aidan was working all week. I decided to chronicle our special "anniversary" in a blog post, never suspecting that Aidan was not working and had gone ring shopping with my sisters the day before!
The setting was so romantic: I was cleaning the bathroom.
I had phone-in-pocket waiting for Aidan to call me on "break" so we could say hello on our special day. Disappointingly unromantic, but I understood.
There was a knock on the wall.
Gilbert Blythe asks,
"Anne Shirley? I wish to speak with you Anne Shirley!"
I just about died, ran out of the bathroom squealing, and got chemicals all over Aidan's plaid shirt. He wished me a happy Seven Roses Day while I babbled nonsense. He waited patiently in the hallway while I insisted on finishing cleaning up my mess in the bathroom.
Everyone was busting from excitement at home, and we promptly drove to Appleton to get the ring refitted. Princess treatment, I'm telling you! The employees at the jewelry store squealed and canceled all other ring-fittings to get mine resized in three hours instead of four days, so I could immediately go home and show everyone!