Sunday, January 18, 2009

I'm baaack!

I'm not sure where the last five months of 2008 went. Wait a minute... it's coming back to me...

But there's no way I'm going to be able to catch up on five and a half months in one evening. I promise to get caught up eventually--one day at a time, one story at a time. In the meantime, here is tonight's story.

My youngest son Nathan (12) and I spent the first two weeks of August in the great state of New York with my then-boyfriend and his family. It was a grand experiment. John and I hadn't spent more than a total of five days at a stretch together, and none of that remotely resembled daily life; the kids hadn't spent ANY time together, so it was anyone's guess how they would get along; and, come to think of it, I hadn't met John's kids MYSELF, and what if they didn't like me (or, heaven forbid, vice versa?) Well, you know what? Daily life with John was delightful, the kids got along just fine, and if John's kids didn't like me, they didn't let on. And I DEFINITELY liked them. How could I NOT like kids who baked me TWO birthday cakes (one is pictured below) and gave me handmade gifts?



We did a little bit of sightseeing, too. We hung out for a couple of days in Ocean City, Maryland (thanks, Sallyanne!)


We did a whirlwind tour of Washington, D.C.


And we said hello to New York City.

It was all was so much fun. Which was a great and wonderful thing. Because there was a lot riding on this trip. I loved John, but I wanted more than what we had. As far as I was concerned, it was either make some solid plans for the future or give it up and cut our losses.

For the sake of catching up, I am going to make long stories short, at least for now. So, to make a long story short, John took me on a cruise to Nassau in October and asked me to marry him. The cruise was quite symbolic because John and I actually MET on a cruise last December, so it seemed entirely appropriate to become ENGAGED on a cruise ship. (Who knows? We may even get MARRIED on a cruise ship!) It was all quite romantic: a day at the beach, lobster for dinner, a bottle of champagne in the stateroom, John on one knee with the most bee-yoo-tiful diamond ring you have EVER seen.

Of course I said yes. So my then-boyfriend is now my fiance.

Now, for the best part. John is going to pack up his kids and move them down here. His kids are actually excited about it. As a matter of fact, as far as they are concerned, it was their idea. I think my boys are excited about it, too.

But don't think for a minute that we are traveling down an easy road. John and I have a lot to figure out, a lot of work to do to make this happen. We have to sell two houses and buy another one; John has to find a job in metro Atlanta; he has to work out the legalities of moving his children from one state to another; and we have to get his children situated in new schools. Unfortunately, the current economic situation is making everything even more difficult than it might be. But I truly believe that John and I are meant to be together, so everything will work out somehow. And the sooner the better.

That's it for tonight. More to follow!