Falling Over

I had a good friend come stay over on Sunday and we had a great time.  Instead of calling for a pizza, I cooked a roast lamb and served it with scalloped potatoes and steamed veggies.  Donna made a Dutch apple pie, using my Kenwood chef so I now know it works!  It was a delicious meal.  We watched three, very different movies beginning with "What Women Want" and then "The Long Kiss Goodnight".  "The Long Kiss Goodnight" is a drama starring Geena Davies and Dave and I both enjoyed that movie.  For the final movie, we watched, "The Princess Bride".  Donna had never seen that movie before which really surprised me but we enjoyed all three movies.

The next day, we decided to go for a walk to the Post Office as I had to renew my passport and she had to post a package to a friend.  It's only going to take 10 working days to get my new passport - a big improvement on the days when it would take at least 6 weeks.  As we walked, I fell over onto the ground.  I hurt my ankle a little, my right finger still feels achy, my left knee was scraped and I hurt my left palm, too.  I don't know how I did it but it reminded me of a time back in October 2009 when Dave and I went to his parents' place for Dad's 90th birthday. 

On Sunday afternoon, Dave and I went for a walk and as I walked across the bridge not far from their place, I fell over.  Dave had just looked away for a second and when he turned back, I was 'gone'.  My jeans were ripped, my ankle was really sore and my left knee - scraped up and bleeding.  Dave asked if I wanted to go back but we'd only just begun the walk and I was so happy to be alone with him, that I ignored the pain and we kept walking.  We walked past the salmon farm, walked past the beaver dam, and walked through the woods.  Dave listened for 'danger' and on the way back, we saw a deer in the middle of the road.

On that walk, as I followed Dave through the woods, I knew for sure that I wanted to marry him.  I even thought of asking him to marry me but I knew it was best for him to ask me when he was ready.  We walked for about two hours and then he complained about being tired.  I laughed considering I was the one who had the sore leg and ankle. It was worth it!

When we got back to Mom and Dad's home, Mom made me sit in a chair so that she could clean the cut for me.   Dad went and got a bandage to cover it and Mom put my torn jeans in the washing machine to get them clean again.  I will never forget how special that whole weekend was.  I got to meet Dave's family and from the start, I felt at home with them.  I felt like I belonged with them.