Kyle and I met back in 2003 after I transfered to Johnson State College to finish up my Bachelors degree. He was a friend of a friend, lets say, and I thought he was just awesome. I loved hanging out with him, even when we were a part of a group.
About a month after Zach and Viola's wedding we started hanging out, just the two of us. Innocent games of frolf or swimming in the local swimming hole suddenly evolved into having dinner together every night. We took a trip to Acadia National Park in Maine for a weekend before I started traveling for my job with Johnson State College and we spent quiet nights by the campfire just talking.
We talked three times a day when I was traveling, sometimes playing chess online late at night. When I was done traveling and found that finding work was alot harder than I was expecting, he supported me, financially as well as emotionally. He was with me for my Nana's funeral and Aunt Madeline's birthday party (he even played Charades with my relatives). He took a day off work to drive eleven hours out to Canada to help move Mom and Ander's stuff out here, which ended up being about 23 hours of driving and 10 hours of packing...with a few hours of sleeping in between.
Our love has grown from friendship to something so much deeper. I've found a love that I thought might not be possible; one that is unwavering.
Memorial Day weekend we decided to take our second annual trip to Acadia National Park. We loaded up the car with our bikes (including the road bike he bought me as a Christmas present) and camping gear and headed out on the seven hour drive. As we passed through the White Mountains the rain subsided a bit and allowed a ray of sunshine through and we saw the brightest rainbow I have ever seen in my life. I knew it was going to be a great trip.
The first evening in Acadia we went out for a lobster dinner (oh yeah!) at this great lobster pound where you can eat outside and bring your own beer. It was awesome, it rained a little, but we had an umbrella.
The next morning we got up at 4:15am to watch the sunrise from Cadillac Mountain. This is the point where the sun hits first on the eastern United States. I had wanted to go last year but it just never worked out. As we made the slow drive up the hill I was worried we might not make it in time- the sky was already glowing with pretty pinks and reds- there was hardly a cloud in the sky.
But we reached the top, parked the car, and raced to the windy rock tables where we watched as the sun slowly climbed its way up, little by little. For a time we just stood in eachothers arms, partly for warmth, enjoying the natural beauty of it all. Suddenly Kyle let go and I turned to him and saw that he was kneeling before me. My hand flew to my mouth as I realized the gravity of what was happening. I barely remember the details, but he asked me to marry him and I held him tight to me as I told him 'yes'.
We celebrated with mamosas on the beach in the quiet of the early morning sun- our new beginning, together.
The pictures don't do any of it justice, but, there it is. We're planning a spring wedding for 2009.