(I'm spending a few more days this week continuing the Summer Camp Love Story I began telling...uh, way too long ago. If you need to catch up on the action, click here.)
Dave and I had flown back and forth between Texas and Arkansas all Fall, and running up enormous long distance phone bills in-between. As we inched our way to the end of our long distance separation, we were faced with 2 new decisions: Thanksgiving, and Christmas.
In other words, how would we spend the holidays, and could we spend them together?
We decided that Dave would fly to see me at Thanksgiving, and we would both drive to his family's farm in South Dakota for several days before Christmas.
Dave's plan Thanksgiving week was to fly to my college town in Fayetteville, AR, early in the day on Wednesday, and then drive with me to my family's home in South Arkansas. He suggested that we drive the 2 hours to Branson that Wednesday afternoon, to visit our staff friends at Kanakuk Kamp. He added that we should plan to eat somewhere really fun for dinner in Little Rock, as we drove through to my family's that evening. He mentioned Ashley's, inside the historic Capital Hotel, remembering the story of my special 16th birthday there. I warned him we'd have to dress up to eat there, and that it was pretty expensive. He said he wanted to take me somewhere special before we spent the weekend at my family's.
Now, I have to be honest. When Dave mentioned taking me to Ashley's, I wondered (hoped!) if he had a proposal planned. I had visions of him hiding a ring in a fancy dessert, or somehow involving the waiters in an elaborate surprise. You see--Dave was BIG on surprises, and Ashley's was exactly the kind of special occasion restraurant for romantic moments.
With this hunch about a fancy restaurant proposal, I was faced with the biggest decision of my life so far: What in the world to wear?
Hey, I'm a girl. And girls dream about moments like these their entire lives. I needed to wear the perfect getting-engaged outfit, but I also couldn't appear like I was wearing the perfect getting-engaged outift. Like I said--Dave was big on surprises. He would never propose on a day I suspected it. And, well, I was a little eager to get engaged to that guy already.
As that Wednesday got close, my roommate sat on my bed, and suffered through about 23 different getting-engaged outfits, with me second- and third-guessing which ones seemed too obvious, or not special enough, or too uncomfortable, or too unflattering... My mind was swirling with too many decisions and what-ifs, that I could not make a decision. It was my sweet roomie who brought some calm clarity to the moment, and helped me choose the perfect combination of special occasion, but not-too-obvious outfit. I know I'm a sentimental sap, but it felt right that my roommate, who I'd shared everything with for the past 2 1/2 years, was there helping me as I prepared to step into the next phase of my life.
At least I hoped that's what was happening...