With our 20th wedding anniversary coming up, I decided to write about our love story. Please join me in the upcoming days as I tell A Summer Camp Love Story.
Need to catch up? Part 1--Our Love Story Starts with: A List; Part 2--A Girl on the Boys' Side, and a Boy on the Girls' Side; Part 3--A Dance...with a Promise; Part 4--Questions, Goodies, and Boat Rides; Part 5--One Fateful Boat Ride; Part 6--Waiting on our First Date to Happen
Before our 2nd date, Dave had sent me a camp goodie--a little camp note--telling me, "You remind me of Sammy Lane."
I knew our campers cheered every time the Sammy Lane boat passed by. And I knew the boat was named after a girl--a local legend of sorts, named Sammy Lane. I was really hoping I reminded him of the girl, and not the boat.
But, I really didn't know what Dave meant...until our next date.
He took me to see the Shepherd of the Hills play, which is performed at an outdoor ampitheatre, and tells the story of a pretty girl, and the guy she falls for.
All I could think about during the whole play was that I reminded Dave of the pretty heroine, who is smart and courageous and kind...and who is saved in the end by the handsome guy whom she loves.
I also couldn't help but think about the end of our date that night...I couldn't stop wondering if he would kiss me goodnight. He hadn't after our first date, but I was hoping he would after our 2nd.
Sadly, though, our date ended with a short hug. A nice hug, but still. A hug made me wonder if I was imagining all of the signs. Even though Dave and I had sent a few little goodies back and forth, nothing had specifically defined whether or not we were in a relationship. I thought we were. I hoped we were. But, I still wasn't sure. Especially with a quick hug to end both dates. I knew that some camp guys planned elaborate nights off with girls just for fun...And I just wasn't sure if these were those kind of dates, or something more...
I was sure of one thing, though. I was falling for Dave.
And I was worried he might not feel the same way about me.
To be continued...