11- The Proposal

After our Valentine's date at Robintino's, Marcos told me he owed me a date. He wasn't going to let me pay unless I agreed to a date the following weekend. Again I called up my poor mom to come stay with great grandma while I went out with Marcos. I forgot how often she saved me during that time. She pretty much came down every weekend so I could have some sort of a break from a long week of being cooped up in the house. I should've known something was up, but I'm so lame. I really thought Marcos just wanted to take me out. I figured I was safe because there was no way he could possibly have a ring yet. And I knew he wanted to talk to my dads (my dad and my step dad) and I didn't think that had happened either. My mom took me shopping for a new bra and shirt. "You should look cute for your date tonight!" she said. I picked out a pretty boring shirt. My mom tried to get me to change my mind, but that was me - simple and boring. Even when my mom was treating, I couldn't be high maintenance. It just wasn't my style. She also had brought down a bridal magazine so I could look at ideas for a dress. She had me read this article on proposals to decide which kind of proposal style my guy had. I guessed somewhere between romantic and a family man. How did I not know what she was doing?

Marcos picked me up and my uncle came to take pictures of us before we left. Hello, again another big flashing sign right there that passed me up. Why was he there taking pictures? I thought it was odd, but I didn't think this was the night. Nope. We went to the Carriage Court for dinner. We had a little corner booth with sparkling cider set up for us. I was a little suspicious about the pre-set apple cider, but we had our nice date and nothing happened so I figured Marcos had really just wanted to show me how much he loved me.

We were walking around downtown and out of nowhere he asked if I wanted to take a carriage ride. I had ALWAYS wanted to do something like that with someone I loved, but I never would have asked. I just looked at him with a questioning look and said, "Really?" "Sure, let's do it," he said. Okay, this kid is out of his mind. I'm sure he's spending his entire paycheck on this date, but whatever. It was FREEZING so we were snuggling under the blankets and enjoying our tour of downtown. Lane, our driver, was really cute with us. He took us up through Memory Grove and stopped at a bridge. He was so cool about the whole thing. He just stopped and said, "This is where a lot of people like to walk around so I can let you down if you want. I'll just go up and turn around and then come back for you." Okay, sure. Marcos took my hand and helped me out of the carriage. It really was one of those moments from the movies - everything was almost too perfect. We walked around for a minute and stopped on the bridge to talk. I was looking out at the creek and Marcos says, "Well babe, it's a beautiful night isn't it?" I said yes. We kissed a couple of times and then he reached in his pocket and told me he had something for me. I was freaking out. My heart was beating a million miles a minute and I could hardly breathe. He pulled out a white box and opened it. It was empty. My heart sunk. What the...? This kid is so strange. In what was probably only a couple of seconds, I tried to get my thoughts together. He's probably going to do a bunch of fake proposals so I'll never know when it's coming. Okay, sure. Now what? While I was trying to decide if I should punch him or kiss him or walk away or even cry, he reached in another pocket and pulled out another box. He got down on his knee and said, "Babe, you are the love of my life. I'm happier than I've ever been when I'm with you. Will you marry me?" I shook my head and finally muttered yes. I had intended to say hmmm...and eventually say yes after making him wait a while, but it was too real. I couldn't joke with him right then. What a range of emotions he had created in a few simple minutes. I thought my heart was going to explode. I felt like I was floating and I couldn't wipe the big cheesy grin off my face. Then, in true Marcos style, he walks over to the edge of the sidewalk and starts announcing our engagement to all the carriages driving by. What a nut! All the strangers were now sharing in our moment and began congratulating us. Seriously, can't we have one normal moment? There is no way to describe it. We were like giddy schoolgirls prancing around. Marcos took my hand and we just ran down the sidewalk together. It was like we were too excited to contain our emotions anymore so we just ran around. He told me he was so happy he was going to jump in that freezing creek. We were just nutty and almost childlike in our pure joy. On our way back, Lane took our picture with a polaroid camera and then we hopped, skipped and ran back to the car. We couldn't help but jump around a bit. We stopped to use the bathroom and when I looked at myself in the mirror with my ring on, I lost it. The emotion had caught up with me and I couldn't believe it. I was engaged! Thinking of how sweet and sentimental and genuine Marcos had been just got to me. I came out of the bathroom with tears in my eyes and Marcos was on the phone with his brother telling him all about it. Esteban congratulated me, but I couldn't say much at this point. I just said thanks and handed the phone back to Marcos. When we got in the car to drive home, Marcos told me how nervous he had been and how his knees were sore from practicing the proposal all day. I don't know if he was serious about the practicing part or not, but it was cute anyway.

When we got back to my great grandma's house, my mom wasn't there. I figured she must be down the street at my aunt's house. We walked over and I gave my mom a great big hug. Then we told everyone the story while they looked at the ring. We called Marcos' mom and told her the whole story and then my mom and Marcos' mom talked forever on the phone while Marcos and I stared at each other. I couldn't believe this was my true love, the one I was going to marry and be with forever. What a perfect night!

10- Valentine's Weekend

I decided to take Marcos out for Valentine's Day. Valentine's was on a Sunday so we went out on Saturday instead. It was the first time I'd had a serious relationship over that sappy holiday and I was going to make the most of it. Really, I was just trying to spare Marcos. I knew he was trying to figure out his finances so he'd be in a position to get married and I was in a better situation to treat to an evening out than he was. We went to Robintino's in Salt Lake since that had been our first official date up in Bountiful. Again I had to get my mom to come stay with my great grandma - coordinating anything at the time was pretty difficult. We went to dinner and were one of those couples you see and just want to gag. We couldn't help it. Love, especially that early, giddy love, does weird stuff to people. We talked and stared at each other and were just happy to be together.

Sunday Marcos came over and we had a picnic in my grandma's basement. I had bought a clock and had it engraved for him - all confessing my love. It says, "From here to Argentina and back...till I die and forever more." That's how much I love him and that was what we would tell each other. I know, I warned you this part gets really mushy. It was so good for me to see that we could have fun doing anything together. An evening out, taking a walk, or a picnic in the basement - it was all the same to us. He bought me a heart necklace. Again, pretty predictable, but I didn't expect it at all. It meant a lot to me to have him get me something. Like I said before, he's just not very good at gift giving. He's one of the most generous people I know. He'd give you the shirt off his back, but for him to try to remember a holiday, think of a present to get and actually go purchase it, is a daunting task for that kid. It was a beautiful necklace and I didn't want to take it off. Marcos told me he had talked to his brother and asked him how he knew Amy was the one for him (they got married the year before in August). He said that it got harder and harder for him to be away from her and that is when he knew she was the one. Marcos told me that's how he'd felt for quite awhile now - he hated leaving me and going back home every day. Aww...sweet!

9- Accepting My Fate

In January, I moved in with my great grandma in SLC. She wasn't doing very well and my grandparents had been up from St. George living with her for quite awhile. I didn't have any classes left - I just had to write my thesis - so I agreed to stay with her while I finished my paper. Little did I know what an adventure these next few months were really going to be. I love my great grandma so much. For her time and age, she was definitely a feisty, independent woman. She was loving and caring and very funny. I had so much respect for her. She also had been through so much - she had lost three of her four children, her sister, and many other close relatives. I grew up close to her, but this gave me real perspective on her life and on enduring to the end. It was good for me, but not easy. She forgot so much - where she was, who I was, who had died, all sorts of things - so a lot of my time was spent reassuring her and reminding her what was going on. There are also a lot of hard things that come with getting old and I gained some real perspective on what it meant to take care of an aging person.

Marcos came home and added to what I called "a crazy, rapidly-changing life" in my journal. I picked him up from the airport on January 8 and told him I loved him for the first time that day. We also agreed to fast and pray about our future together and talk about it a little later. I could tell things were different pretty quickly. Marcos' mom and sisters called me on the phone, his family arranged for tickets for us to go see them in Florida later that spring, and I met several of his family members that lived close by or were visiting. It was a lot to take in at once. I finally had to let go of all my reservations and be okay with what was happening. Prayer helped too. It seemed like the more I prayed, the more at ease I felt, which was a good sign to me. And the more Marcos and I experienced together, the closer we became.

Marcos didn't have a car so the poor kid would either take the bus after school from Weber State to South Salt Lake or he'd ride the bus home and then borrow his brother's old jeep (I think it was actually my sister-in-law, Amy's, jeep). Any man who would ride a bus for two hours to come see me and who could love me while I stressed about writing a thesis, taking care of my 91-year-old great grandma and planning a wedding was definitely a keeper.

During this crazy time, my mom helped me out a lot. I couldn't leave grandma for very long so she would often come and stay with her on the weekends so I could go out with Marcos. It was a really difficult, but wonderful time. Looking back and reading my journal, I don't know how I was able to get through so much simultaneously. I know the Lord was truly looking over me. I woke up with a high fever one day and knew there was no way I could take care of grandma like that. It was like taking care of a really stubborn toddler - lots of spills, messes, accidents and hiding things - and I could barely move. I called my aunt, who lived down the street, and asked her to find someone from the ward to give me a blessing. I had never met either of these men before, but they gave me a blessing that still amazes me. They blessed me to "get better, have physical and mental strength, be able to take care of grandma, grow spiritually, give service and to be able to make decisions as these big decisions are placed before me." Wow!

Marcos and I shared many moments and soon began talking marriage. My mom gave me what remains one of the best pieces of advice I ever received. She reminded me that so many couples get caught up in planning the wedding that they forget to focus on the marriage. We took that to heart. We tried to focus on our relationship a lot. We didn't know what we wanted for a wedding, but we knew we were probably going to be getting married fairly soon. I kept trying to put it off until fall or even the following spring, but we ended up decided on a June wedding - quite predictable, right? We didn't even know which temple we wanted to be married in. I just had never really thought about a wedding and what I wanted. I'm not like a lot of girls who envisioned their wedding from the time they were little. I just hadn't. The only thing I had decided when I was young was that I wanted to be married in the temple. One day after we had talked and felt it was right, Marcos and I took a drive. We went to the Bountiful Temple and walked around for awhile. We talked about a lot of things and had a really spiritual experience together. After that, there was no denying we were meant to be together. I guess the Lord knew I would need some extra convincing. ;) And...we knew the Bountiful Temple was where we wanted to be married. That was our temple now.

8- Christmas (Absence Makes The Heart Grow Fonder)

After finals, Marcos flew to Florida where his parents and two younger sisters were living at the time. He was going to be gone three weeks and I couldn't stand it. I didn't get to see him for Christmas or New Year's and I had really been hoping we could go out on New Year's Eve. Dang it! So, I've always enjoyed the holidays and love surprising people with gifts. Marcos, on the other hand, not so much. I sent a box with him in his suitcase for him to open on Christmas. Let's just say I pretty much spoiled that boy. I bought him a couple shirts from the gap, some adidas sports stuff, socks...I can't remember, but I stuffed that box full of presents. I wanted to play some Christmas songs for him and had all these girly ideas of caroling with my boyfriend over the holidays. Instead, Lisa and I made a tape of the two of us playing Christmas duets (me on the violin and her on the piano) to send for him to listen to. I also decided to send a note to his parents thanking them for raising such an awesome kid...AND I even wrote it in Spanish. I thought it would mean more. Um yeah, I REALLY liked him by this point.

He called me on Christmas Eve at 10:00 p.m. It was midnight in Florida and that is when they celebrate Christmas and open presents. They have a big Christmas Eve dinner late that night, toast the holiday at midnight and then open presents. He was telling me all about his holiday and thanking me for the presents. He was pretty surprised by everything and told me how much the letter had meant to his parents. I'm a sentimental sap - what can I say? I had big news for him too. That day I had bought my first car ever - a 1995 Nissan Altima. I was so excited. I had pretty much been living in beat-up, hand-me-down cars my whole teenage existence so I was feeling quite grown up. Marcos started joking about how shocked his family was at how much I sent him for a present and then now how I had bought a new car. He told me it was no big deal because I was rich. What a nut! Yeah, I was just about as loaded as he was at the time. We were both students with on campus jobs. Go us! Together we brought in about $700 a month (before taxes). Nice! Anyway, after his ritual teasing of the girlfriend, he got serious again. At some point he just out and said, "I love you." I about swallowed my tongue. Why was it so weird to hear? I don't know. I mumbled, "Me too." Then he tortured me with questions about why I couldn't say I love you and bothered me a little bit more until we finished talking and I went to bed. I was beaming inside, but felt bad leaving Marcos hanging like that. I had been wanting to tell him how I felt for a long time, but it wasn't my style to make such a big move over the phone.

A few weeks before, my mom's aid at school had decided to set me up with some guy she knew. I was reluctant to go, but decided it wouldn't be a big deal. I needed a date for New Year's Eve anyway and didn't want to sit at home feeling sorry for myself. Plus, if I was going to chicken out of really being in love, now was the chance. I had to make sure I was really falling for this guy and not just falling in love with some romantic fantasy. Luck is never on my side. Marcos sent me this big balloon bouquet and flowers about an hour before my date arrived. The card talked about how much he missed me and loved me. Great, now I'm going to have him on the brain all night. And sure enough, I did. My poor date. I was not present that night at all. Not a good date. But he didn't get that vibe at all. He called me a few times afterward to ask me out again. I finally had to tell him I was dating somebody seriously and wasn't interested. So much for playing the field. I was a goner!

7- Fall Semester

Fall Semester was awesome, but totally hard. It was my last semester of classes and I was trying to write a thesis. Between my full class load, working on campus and dating Marcos, I ended up waiting an extra semester to graduate so I could save the thesis until I had a little more time. I love the fall and this one was totally magical, although not without its dating quirks. I'm going to see if I can paraphrase the major events of the semester. We went out a lot - my friends and I planned way fun, creative group dates and Marcos invited me out to pretty predictable places, but it didn't matter. I could've enjoyed watching rocks with this kid. I just wanted to spend time with him. I was falling for him hard, but I was totally afraid of marriage, commitment and getting hurt. I've got issues I know. So even though we were quite a cute couple, when people mentioned it, I tended to get defensive. I still have no idea why Marcos tolerated my nuttiness for so long.

- DTR (defining the relationship) - right after Homecoming Marcos said he needed to talk to me. I was freaking out a bit. Why are we having this talk already? He told me he had a date with someone else the next weekend and that he wanted to make sure I knew that so we didn't have any secrets. It was fine for us to date other people. Um, okay. I couldn't picture wanting to at this point, but it was good to know that's where we were. Not boyfriend/girlfriend in his book yet.

- Sadie Hawkins - this was a dance at the Institute that a bunch of friends decided to go to. It was a luau so we turned the date into a vacation theme. We made passports and visited different countries before the dance, at the dance and after. We had so much fun. The important part of this date happened in the parking lot waiting for the rest of our group to join us. We were taking advantage of some alone time to be close, make-out and talk. Marcos knew how crazy I was so he was always careful how he worded things. He looked me in the eyes and said, "Your future husband is really lucky to have you. You're an awesome girl!" Man, melt my heart. He was the sweetest thing ever and I was so afraid. This is probably the first time that I really thought I loved the kid. I didn't tell him of course, but I felt it for sure.

- Halloween - Lisa's family did a big Halloween family night activity every year that we decided to go to. I was so excited. Marcos isn't a big fan of Halloween so he didn't dress up, but I got over the Scruge in him. A few minutes into the party, I could tell something was wrong. The poor kid was so sick. It obviously wasn't the most fun date, but it gave me a chance to nurture him a little, which I know showed him how much I cared about him.

- Young Adult Activities - We had the coolest young adult advisor in our ward. We loved her and her family so much. They even let us hang out at their house after a dance one time. They were so cool! She and Marcos had served in the same mission and had a lot to talk about. She let me know how great she thought he was and I had to agree. I couldn't believe all these people were giving me the thumbs up already. This was so real.

- Double Date - One night Lisa and I doubled with some kid that also lived in Centerville. We hung out at his house after the date and played games. I don't know what it was, but Marcos was in a crazy mood. I blame the full moon in October, but who knows for sure. He decided he was going to give me a hickey and nothing I could say or do could dissuade him from that. Let me explain this right. This was the furthest thing from a heated moment of passion. This was an annoying date who wouldn't leave me alone. He just wanted to bug me. Sure enough, he got me good. This was definitely a first for me and pretty devastating. Now I had to try to hide something that really had been nothing. Blah! I put on my turtle neck, but my mom saw it anyway and asked me what had happened. You have to know my mom, but she is the most understanding, open person ever. I could tell her anything. I explained the whole story and didn't leave anything out. There wasn't much to tell except that Marcos was a dead man - I was going to get him somehow. I could see her mind working. She decided to call him up. He lived at his friend's parents' house. They had a room in the basement that he rented from them. Marcos wasn't home so my mom proceeded to tell Cathy, his friend's mom, the situation. She told Cathy to have Marcos call her when he got home. I couldn't stop giggling inside. Marcos was going to going to die when he got the message. When Marcos called back, you could tell he was nervous. My mom played along brilliantly. "Marilee, I am so sorry. I have to apologize for giving your daughter a hickey. Let me explain..." My mom held back her own laughter while she questioned his motives. She totally gave him the third degree. Do you respect my daughter? How do I know that? I can't remember what all she said, but it was brutal. Finally she caved. Cathy was laughing in the background and my mom burst out in laughter as well. It may be the only time he felt a bit of my early embarrassment and it was about time. I knew he wouldn't be leaving me with any more fake love bites any time soon. :)

- Thanksgiving - The day before Thanksgiving we went out with a group. Apparently our affection for each other was pretty obvious because somebody said something like "So when's the ring coming?" Poor Marcos probably would've loved to have talked about the future at this point, but like I said, I was a little bit nervous. Paranoid. I only wanted to do the marriage thing once - I'd been through too many crazy marriages to not be cautious with my own. Plus I had plans and they didn't include getting married at 20. After we dropped off the other people, Marcos drove me to my grandma's house where I was staying that night. We were having Thanksgiving with my dad and Suzanne the next day and that way we were closer. My sister, Angie, was in the basement waiting for me. Somehow this I'm afraid of marriage talk struck a cord with Marcos. I told him we had time and we didn't have to talk about it. The only thing that mattered was that we liked each other and that obviously we wouldn't still be dating if we didn't see a potential future together. He got so defensive and told me he had never thought about marriage and was just having fun and all this crazy talk. What the crap? I said, "So we've been dating all this time and you're saying you've never thought that I might be a good wife or the type of person you could see yourself with? Why are we dating then? You're supposed to date people that are at least potential mates for you. So I'm not really marriage material? What are we doing then?" I'm not sure what happened, but it was horrible. My fear of commitment had apparently made him afraid to even talk about a future with me, which made me feel completely used. Was I just a fun date or what? I went in the house completely devastated. My sister asked how the date had gone and I sadly replied, "I think we just broke up."

Thanksgiving basically sucked. I couldn't think about anything but Marcos and what had been said. I didn't think that was how he really felt, but then I was afraid maybe it was. What if he was just been a stupid boy who used me this whole time and I had allowed myself to fall for him anyway. Stupid vulnerable me! With the help of my darling sister and the advice of my friend, Lisa, I decided to humble myself this once and take him a card. I left the card and some hugs and kisses (you know the chocolate ones) at his door with a long explanation and apology on my part. He called me later, thanked me and that was that. We never really talked about it again. It was one of those "something's trying to pull us apart" type of things and we didn't want to revisit the source of the problem. To this day when I talk about this night, it still makes Marcos sad. He can't believe we were that close to losing each other for good.

6- Homecoming

This is post #6 in our story. If you haven't read the other posts, start with #1. I actually pulled out my journal to see how much of my story today followed my journal entries back then and it all matched up, minus some other guy details I had obviously forgotten about. Yeah, he wasn't the only guy I talked about in the beginning - whoops! The one thing I understand now is just how much he liked me. It was obvious to everyone except me when it was happening. I kept believing him and then second-guessing him. Poor kid. I was more pessimistic and dramatic than I remembered too. I never thought I'd say this, but I'm grateful to be 30. I have a much better perspective on life than I did back then. Sorry for the tangent. Here comes part 6 to this never-ending story of mine. :)

Marcos called me up and asked me to go to this kickoff to Homecoming concert. Ryan Shupe and the Rubberband were playing and Marcos loves them. I had heard about them, but never listened to their music, but I really liked it. Marcos was charming and sentimental and smooth on the dance floor. Plus I loved his confidence. Between the two of us, we pretty much knew everybody there, but he wasn't embarrassed to show that he liked me. I had been kind of dating a kid that summer - nothing serious, just fun. He was there and it wasn't awkward at all. Thank goodness! I seriously hated the dating scene. Most people play that game better than I do. I was definitely a better friend than girlfriend. Marcos had requested a song and they announced it and we danced to it. So romantic! It's called "I Will Love You Till I Die" and basically became our song. I know, I'm a big sap - a total cheese ball when it comes to stuff like that (or at least I was back then). We had a good date and then he asked me to Homecoming. That's right, I was going to Homecoming. Wa-hoo!

My family was so excited for the dance! My mom bought me a dress, my little sister did my hair and makeup, and my mom pulled out the camera to take millions of pictures of the two of us when he showed up for the date. How embarrassing. We just started dating, Mom. We got to the dance and I was so nervous. We knew EVERYONE there. Talk about a public relationship! Before long, I was in a Marcos trance and forgot about everyone else for the most part. He was so much fun to dance with. He didn't mind jammin' out with me when things were fast and fun and he held me tight during the slow dances. At one point the lights were shining right on us and he told me we had to look good for everyone to see. He was pulling out some hot old school moves for the world to see - Nice! I was singing to the music as we danced, which made me lose my sense of rhythm. We both laughed and he looked and me and said, "You have to follow me." I know, sometimes I struggle with the whole following bit.

So...WSU has this True Wildcat thing. Have you heard of it? It's the whole bit where you take your Homecoming date out under the Bell Tower at midnight and kiss. Yep, that's right. I think that was the thing I was most nervous about that night. I didn't know what the plan was going to be. About ten minutes to midnight, everyone starts heading out to the Bell Tower. I figured I'd wait to see what happened rather than asking the question. So Marcos takes my hand and we start walking out with everyone else. I felt like a little sheep following the flock. So weird. Um, so, yeah, that's a lot of pressure leading up to a first kiss. Knowing it's going to happen or supposed to happen or whatever. A friend of mine who felt as awkward as I did was in the same area as I was and her date was pretty much as nervous as mine. They started talking so she and I talked for a minute too. One of my fraternity friends comes around with a bowl of mints. I just laughed. Are you kidding me? They pass out mints? Okay, whatever. Marcos took a handful. I didn't think it was possible, but I'm pretty sure Marcos was more nervous than I was. He was like a little kid. He threw a mint at some guy he knew. It reminded me more of Jr High school than college. :) All the experienced couples were snuggling and gearing up for the big make-out moment and I was standing next to my friend while our dates threw mints. Hmm...not sure what to think here. The Bell Tower starts to chime and I walk towards Marcos. He finally remembers I'm there and puts the mints in his pocket. Honestly! It was like he had no idea what to do. I finally put my arms around his neck, looked into his eyes and just went for it. Yep, that's right. I initiated our first kiss - our very awkward, public first kiss! I figured it wasn't going to happen otherwise. But it was a good kiss - trust me, my journal wouldn't lie. After it was over, we got this cheesy certificate deeming us "True Wildcats" and we kind of pranced around in our giddy way while "This Kiss" by Faith Hill blasted in the background.

He drove me home after the dance and was beat. It was almost 2 a.m. and I was worried about him driving home. I was a night owl - he, on the other hand, tended to get sleepy around 10:00. Poor kid. He asked me if I had a Coke or something, which we didn't. He drank a glass of water and then asked me if I was going to walk him to his car. He walked inside with me, then I walked outside with him. Okay, so he was stalling. That's what's going on here. Now what? I was pretty much ready to give him a hug and head inside when he finally leaned down to kiss me. There was no way I was going to initiate our first TWO kisses. I had to know this was a two-way thing. I've got pride, after all. No, he definitely liked me - he was just SUPER NERVOUS!

5- Speaking Spanish

This is post #5 of our story. If you haven't read the others, start with #1 and read the posts in order.

A couple days after the first interview (a.k.a. date) I called Marcos to set up the next one. I had learned a lot about this kid during our first interview, but I had to meet with him three times for my paper. We set up a time and decided we would meet at his house and do the interview there. I cannot begin to describe how nervous I was. It was so much more than just a paper now - and I didn't want to mess it up. I worked up the courage to knock on the door and he answered again. Instead of opening the door to let me in, he walked out onto the porch and closed the door behind him. "My friend just got here from Argentina. He's enrolling at Weber State in the Fall, but he doesn't speak much English. I was thinking he might be able to answer some questions for your paper as well. I hope that's okay. It would be kind of rude to speak in English the whole time since his language skills are limited. Would you mind conducting the interview in Spanish?" Gulp. My stomach dropped, my throat tightened, and I pinched myself to make sure it wasn't just a bad dream. I was TOTALLY FREAKING OUT! I understand almost everything in Spanish and speak it fairly well, but my experience actually speaking with non-English speakers was pretty much all gained in the one month I spent in Costa Rica. That's where it finally clicked for me, but it still made me nervous. I would normally prepare a little before conducting an interview in Spanish. Crap! I would have to translate all my questions as I went along and then pray I really did understand what the two of them were telling me. Let's just say that the focus of being nervous about having a crush on the kid totally shifted. I was now completely focused on the interview itself. Marcos had asked me to speak to him in Spanish before and I had refused. His English is perfect so I knew my "second language" would fall short and I didn't want to make a fool of myself. Now I HAD to speak Spanish with him and some total stranger. To say I was uncomfortable, would've been the understatement of the century.

I can't tell you what I said or how it went. Somehow I got through it. At the end of the interview, I thanked Israel for helping me and let Marcos walk me out to my car. He had a grin from ear to ear. I guess he was pleased with the interview. He complimented me on my Spanish and thanked me for being so polite and willing to adapt to the situation. Then he gave me a hug that eased my discomfort. It was a nice, long, I-really-care-about-you hug. My heart melted. He opened my door, helped me into the car, shut the door and stepped onto the curb. As I was flipping the car around, he motioned for me to roll down my window. I thought he was going to say something charming for me to smile about the whole way home. Instead his friend poked his head out the door and said, "Thanks for the interview. I really enjoyed meeting you. By the way, your Spanish is great." Marcos laughed and waved as I drove away. Are you freaking kidding me? This kid just tricked me into speaking Spanish. Why I oughtta... I didn't know what to think. I was so mad, but had to give him props for coming up with a plan to get me to cave. Maybe I was able to see past what a snake he had been because I was still in 'he's so cute, I really like him' mode. Who knows?

I don't remember a third interview. I'm guessing I decided that not only did I have enough information for a paper, but I wasn't sure I could handle much more embarrassment at this point.

4- Intercultural Communications, Robintino's & Baseball

This is post #4 of our love story. If you haven't been following, start with post #1 and read in sequential order.

Summer quarter came around and I registered for a full 18 credit hours. You paid the same amount for 12-18 credit hours and I liked to get my money's worth. I was a strategic, frugal overachiever. :) Plus, it's a little known secret that professors generally are just as lazy as students during the summer and the classes tend to be a bit easier. One of the classes I was taking was to fulfill a general education requirement - Intercultural Communications. I'd taken another communications class that I liked so I figured this one would be fun. We showed up the first day of class and found out our paper that was due four weeks later (it was one of those accelerated summer classes) was based on interviews we would conduct with someone from another country. We had to conduct three separate interviews that were each at least an hour long and then base our paper on what we learned. The professor recommended we go into one of the ESL classes and find someone there. I went home whining to my mom about how awkward it was going to be to walk into an ESL class and try to coerce someone into letting me interview them. Since I tend to share most things with my mom, she knew all about Marcos. "Why don't you just interview Marcos? Isn't he from Argentina?" Holy cow! Why hadn't I thought of that? He would be easy to interview. Yes, that's what I'll do. I got his phone number from Sherice (the girl he'd been sitting next to when he first hit on me) and called him up. He agreed to be interviewed so I arranged to meet him at the home where he was living in Centerville. Perfect!

I showed up with my questions prepared and all ready to interview him. He had other plans. I knocked on the door and he greeted me with a smile. "Why don't we do the interview over dinner?" "Sure." I needed to eat anyway - I'd been at school all day. I drove since poor Marcos had no car - well, he had a piece of junk that didn't run, but that was about it. We ended up at Robintino's. Okay, I can do Italian. I ordered the half and half, half spaghetti and half lasagna and then he ordered the same. I wasn't sure if he was trying to be polite or what. I started asking him questions about where he was born, how he grew up, what his childhood was like, etc. and found myself completely drawn to his story. The more he told me about himself, the more the butterflies in my stomach fluttered. I was really starting to like this kid. Dang it. I have no idea how long we were there, but we had finished our dinner and were still chatting away. Sometimes I wrote things down for my paper, sometimes I just listened.

We weren't really finished talking so we decided to finish our conversation elsewhere. I went to pay since it was my interview, but he wouldn't let me. After all, he was loaded. He worked at the UB 20 hours a week making approximately $5/hr. The kid was just rollin' in money. :) What a gentleman! He earned points for sure with that smooth move. Plus, he insisted on opening doors for me the whole night and treating me as if this were an official first date. To him it was. He was going to take advantage of every little chance he had to court me. Once again he was the navigator and I was the driver. We ended up stopping at a junior high school and watching a baseball game while we finished talking. After I'd asked him all the questions I had prepared, he paused for a minute and then said, "Now that I've answered everything you wanted to ask me, would you mind if I asked you something?" "Okay, sure," I responded. "Would you ever go out with me if it wasn't for a grade?" Ouch, that hurt. I guess I had been a little hard on the poor kid. My face was a combination of embarrassment and flattery. I responded with a simple yes.

I dropped him off, thanked him for the interview and dinner, gave him a hug and was on my way home. I'm pretty sure I replayed every word of our conversation the entire evening during my 30 + minute drive home. Yep, I had a total crush on this kid I'd turned down almost a year before. How was I ever going to live this down?

3- Spring Formal Saga

Disclaimer: If you're lost or confused, you need to start with post #1 and read in sequence.

LaDianaeda held an annual Spring Formal that was basically a required event. For the most part, you could get out of activities if you had to, but this was one of a few that everyone attended. Sometime around March, I started fretting about Spring Formal. Trying to find a date for a formal dance pretty much sucks when you don't have a boyfriend. Formal dances are for couples or people who really like each other. Blah! My BFF, Lisa, got to hear me whine and complain and worry about this dance for at least a month. Lisa and I have so much in common, yet we are so different. She was much braver than I was, particularly when it came to boys. Being the ultimate optimist, she saw this as an opportunity and started searching her classes for a potential date for me. Lisa and I talked multiple times a day, but in between gab sessions, we would email each other life updates. There literally was nothing about me this girl did not know. Most of the emails at the time revolved around the upcoming dance. Lisa was in the process of finalizing a double date with a guy she wanted to take and his friend, someone she thought would be a fun date for me. In one email I sent to her, I mentioned that I didn't want it to be this big ordeal where I'd feel nervous and all this pressure to have this perfect date. The last "dance" I'd been to was Snowball. It's a dance where we choose names and set each other up with secret dates. That had been a great success for me - I got set up with a pretty nice guy who was just a friend. No pressure! Our dance picture is me giving the kid a piggyback ride. Totally my style! :) Somewhere in the email I mentioned that it might be a good idea to take somebody that I already knew and was just a friend so it wouldn't be this awkward blind date - "...maybe I should just take Marcos." The email ended just like that.

As luck would have it, Marcos walked into the computer lab while Lisa was reading this email from me. Being the friendly man that he is, he walked over to say hello and sees the words "maybe I should just take Marcos" practically flashing at him. The next day, I received an email from muboldi@weber.edu Who's sending me an email? What a weird last name? How do you even pronounce that? I opened the email and realized it was from Marcos. I remember thinking to myself what a weird "Latin" last name Uboldi was. Shouldn't he be a Garcia or something? I would hate that last name. For those of you single folks out there, never think you're glad you don't have a particular last name - it's dangerous territory. Here's what I remember about the email.

Maria - Hey, it's me, Marcos. I don't know how to tell you this and I really apologize, but I was in the computer lab the other day when Lisa was reading your email and I read the part about you taking me to LD's Spring Formal. If you want me to go with you, it would be an honor. -Marcos

Holy crap! What am I going to do now? By the time I read the email, I already had a date to Spring Formal - a blind date. Now I really felt bad. So I did what any freaked out girl would do in my situation - nothing. I left the poor guy totally hanging and went to Spring Formal with the blind date. I guess luck was on his side again because although for the most part I would consider the date a success, it really wasn't. It turns out this kid had totally fallen for some other chick after Lisa had talked to him about a blind date with me so the whole time he was basically feeling like he was cheating on the girl...or wishing he was with her instead. Nice! I HATE STUPID DANCES!! Made me wish I had taken Marcos after all.

Happy Father's Day

I can't let the day pass me by without wishing all the men in my life a happy Father's Day. I love you all! Here are a few pictures I found.

My dad, Mike, with my nephew, Tanner

The grandkids with Grandpa Mike in Yellowstone

My step dad, Barney

Grandpa Barney wrestling kids

My grandpa - we call him Grandpa St. George

The father of my little ones

This is how my kids feel about their "Papi"

2- Black Book, Spanish Class & Soccer Games

If you haven't read the previous post, you'll probably need that information in order to follow this next post. The numbered posts are a sequence of events in mine and Marcos' early relationship. Start with #1 and read them in order.

For those who may not know me, I have a somewhat conflicted personality. I am driven and ambitious, but super tender-hearted. I am direct to a point, but then I stew about what I have said or done for days wondering if I hurt somebody's feelings or should've handled things differently. Constant inner turmoil I cause myself. So after my first two encounters with Marcos, I found myself feeling badly about the whole situation. It wasn't so much a "I wish I had said yes" feeling, but rather a "I hope that wasn't too harsh" type of thing. The poor kid had two major strikes against him. 1. He came off as a total player, which was never a good thing in my book, and 2. I had just broken up with someone I had dated fairly seriously and wasn't at all looking for a relationship. I was definitely wanting some single, fun, hang out with the girls and just be me time. Marcos went out with my sorority sister once and nothing came of it. But I was right. After I turned him down, he was convinced he'd been put in some sort of LD sorority "black book". He still tells that story today. Not true, but that is what he either believes or thinks adds to our crazy story.

Did I mention Marcos worked in the UB? I thought I was going to die when I found out. I basically ran into him several times a day. I have a hard time getting over embarrassing situations like that so luckily he is a much bigger person than I am. Despite being publicly humiliated and "black booked" by me, :) he continued to say hi or wave hello when he'd see me around. Before long, the awkwardness had mostly faded and we were starting to become friends. Winter quarter had started and I had a pretty difficult Spanish literature class that required A LOT of reading. I'm not exactly a great reader in Spanish. I can understand most things I read, but following an entire story - real literature - was not easy for me to do in another language. So...somehow I got up the courage to ask him to help me with my homework one day. I had read the story and answered the questions. I asked him to read the story and make sure I had answered the questions correctly - to sort of correct my paper for me before I turned it in. These were not short stories or very interesting for that matter, but he was crazy (for me that is). Any time spent with me was worth it to him. I must say I took a little advantage of his generosity. I swear I really did my own homework, but it was easy to have him read the story after I'd read it and then paraphrase it for me to make sure I followed it right. He still laughs about how he'd read this long story for me, break it down into English and then I'd respond, "Okay, that's what I thought it said. Thanks for the help." Poor kid! And I was somewhat oblivious to the fact that he could still possibly like me after all the torture I'd put him through, although his kindness and smile were starting to get to me as we got to know each other better.

During the same quarter, my sorority and the Pikes (Pie Kappa Alpha - one of the fraternities on campus) were playing coed soccer together. The Pikes knew Marcos from around the UB and asked him to play with them. I went to support my sorority sisters and ended up seeing Marcos in action. I have to admit he was pretty cute playing soccer. This is where he thinks the story begins. He is convinced I fell for him when I saw his mad soccer skills. :)

1 - Our Story Begins

I have a few friends who have shared the story of how they met, dated, and fell in love with their spouses on their blogs. I LOVED following the progression of their story and learning more about some of my friends. So...with our 10th anniversary approaching, I decided I would do the same. As with most of my posts, I apologize in advance. I tend to be WAY too wordy and can't seem to leave out details even if I want to. For those who already know every last detail or who simply don't care, feel free to skip all this nonsense. :)

Fall is my favorite season!  I love the anxiety and excitement of a new school year, especially when you're in college and have some say over your future - new classes, new teachers, new friends, new possibilities. My story with Marcos started as an average, ordinary Wednesday on campus in the Fall of 1997. I was diligently trekking up the stairs of the Union Building (UB) heading for my afternoon orchestra class. Weber State was in the process of remodeling the Browning Center (fine arts' building) so we got moved to the Ballroom of the UB for a few years (not exactly what you'd call good acoustics, but we made it work). I also happened to be a pledge of LaDianaeda, a local sorority at Weber State. Wednesday was "letters" day, when all Greeks on campus wore their letters and had meetings and activities. With violin in hand and my LD sweatshirt tied around my waist, I headed up the stairway of the UB. Halfway up, I heard someone yell out 
"Hey, Maria!" 
I looked around trying to identifying the owner of the voice, but could not for the life of me see anyone I knew.  Sensing my frustration and rescuing me in the midst of discomfort, Sherice (a girl from my sorority) finally called out from the chairs below, 
"Don't worry, Maria. It's just my friend Marcos."  
Huh?  Why in the world is this dude calling out my name?  
"Oh, okay.  Hey!  What's up?" 
I waved, gave an awkward half-grin and walked to my class. 
What the...what? That was weird.

Two days later, I was studying outside the Greek offices on the other side of the UB. Let me preface this by saying there were at least 50 other people hanging out or studying in the same area. And remember, I'm one of the new girls - I was just a pledge. My best friend, Lisa, was there but other than that, I was just getting to know most of these people. I didn't notice as Marcos approached me and leaned on the arm of my chair.  I turned to see who was there just in time to hear, 
"Hey baby! You want to go out sometime?" 
*Blush* Who is this guy?  Seriously? How embarrassing. How many people just heard that lame come-on?  
I attempted to hide my face, which I'm guessing resembled a tomato at that point, while I muttered, 
"Um, no thanks.  I'm good." 
 Persisting despite my obvious humiliation, he continues, 
"Okay, yeah.  I totally get it. You don't even know me. But you know Sherice. She's in your sorority. We could double with Sherice and her boyfriend, Danny, sometime." 
With a look of complete shock on my face, I manage to somehow say no once again. 

Sensing an opportunity, one of my sorority sisters quickly slips into the conversation and blurts out, 
"I'll go out with you." 
Oh my heck! Could this moment be any more public?

Summer Camp

Dylan and Anthony went to a little summer camp for 2 1/2 hours each morning this week. They had so much fun! They sing, learn about art and do several art projects and they have lots of tactile stations set up for them to play in - water with bubbles, blue sand, red sand, regular sand with seashells they bury and find, a rice table, etc. Dylan has done this camp in the past, but did really well this year. He's finally getting to an age where he follows directions a little bit better. Every day they came home telling me about the fun things they had done, which animal they pretended to be, what snack they ate and their favorite art project. Teacher Amy is so creative - I love the ideas she has. They especially loved the frozen rainbow water (AKA otter pops) that they got at the end of the day. Yesterday night, Teacher Amy had an art exhibit for the families. We went to look at all the things they had made and watched them sing, dance and play a bit. So much fun! Here are a few of the pictures.

Kind of a weird picture but the only one I got with his face showing. He was playing in front of me the whole time so most of the pictures I took were either blurry because he was mid-air or have his back to me. This was taken as he was crunching into "chipmunk" position.

Anthony bouncing around the room

Squirrels finding nuts for the winter

Preston thought the singing, dancing and jumping around was the coolest thing ever!

I'm excited to put him in the toddler class this fall.

I can finally do something with just Preston while Dylan is at school.

Here he is waving his scarf around in the air.

More scarf action - I think this was the song where the scarves were flower petals that eventually grew on the seeds

Loving life!

Turtles

Cloud and paint bubble pictures

Wooden snakes

Dylan's house

Fish keychains they made

Paper sunflowers

Dylan's First Flight

We have an AWESOME home teacher who works on planes and plans on becoming a military pilot. He's been flying for quite awhile and offered to take us up in a small plane with him sometime. Of course my spontaneous husband jumped at the opportunity and Dylan was thrilled as well. I decided since there was only room for 4, that I would stay on the ground with Preston. Dylan invited his cousin, Tony, to go so he wouldn't be sitting alone in the backseat of the plane. The weather has been so crazy that they had to reschedule a couple of times, but they finally found an afternoon that would work - in the middle of two storms. They ended up coming back a little sooner than they had planned when they got word of a storm coming in, but they had a really good ride before that happened. Dylan was so excited and Marcos even got to take a turn flying the plane. CRAZY! At one point, Jeff (the pilot) took them up really high and then let's the plane go and you feel like you're floating. That made Dylan a little nervous, but other than that he did great. Preston and I ended up running all the errands I hadn't been able to get around to that week - poor kid doesn't know what he was missing. The guys all went to dinner afterwards and then headed back home. When they got back, they informed me they're already planning their next flight. What an awesome experience for all of them! Thanks Jeff!

Chuck E Cheese

I'm a bit behind and it's not even my fault. My computer - well the internet really - has been so slow and I'm not sure what's going on. We're trying to figure out what to do. We've been down-sizing monthly bills, not adding to them, so I'm reluctant to search for another company, but I think it's been long enough ago since we got this good deal on phone and internet that our upload speed is not where it should be. Plus, supposedly there's actually a problem with our phone line and of course nobody (including me) wants to fix it. So I've been frustrated and decided the time it takes to do all this was just not worth it. Today is a medium speed day so I'm going to attempt to catch up a couple things. Here we go!

I'm not really a big fan of Chuck E Cheese. It's loud, impersonal and makes me a little crazy trying to keep track of my bag, the kids, food, drinks, my camera - you name it. And call me crazy, but I think it's a little too much like gambling. Kids put coin after coin in hoping to win tickets for the cheapest prizes ever. We have tried to teach our kids that you get a few coins for machines and then you're done - not the never-ending supply of playing fun, but it's not easy to find the balance. In general, we don't frequent places like Chuck E Cheese...but Anthony's 4th birthday party was at Chuck E Cheese this year and the kids loved it. Preston was a bit nervous about a giant mouse that talked and pretty much couldn't take his eyes off him the whole time. Anthony, Dylan and some other friends had a blast dancing in front of the screen and seeing themselves on TV. Here are some pictures from the party.

Riding a roller-coaster simulator machine - Preston was intrigued and then decided he was done halfway through the ride. Dylan was so nervous when I unbuckled the seatbelt before the ride ended. I guess that's one rule he's got down pretty well.

Dylan taking the bike flier thing up in the air.

Preston not at all impressed with this car. Putting coins in the games and pulling tickets off was his favorite part.

Anthony asked Dylan to help him open his gifts - so cute!

This is Anthony's excited face when he opened the walkie talkies from my kids.

Dylan and Chuck E Cheese

The kids with Chuck E Cheese

Preston playing ball - he's got quite the arm

He hasn't quite figured out the underhand throw yet

A Stunning Senior Moment

I was always taught to respect my elders and even if I sometimes have to smile to myself at a grandparent's "old fashioned" ways, I would NEVER talk down to a senior citizen.  They've seen and experienced far more than I could ever hope to.  I got this in an email, but wanted to post it here.  In case you can't read the text to the side of the picture, you can read it below.

A self-important college freshman walking along the beach took it upon himself to explain to a senior citizen resting on the steps why it was impossible for the older generation to understand his generation.  "You grew up in a different world, actually an almost primitive on" the student said loud enough for others to hear.  "The young people of today grew up with television, jet planes, space travel, man walking on the moon.  We have nuclear energy, ships and cell phones, computers with light speed...and many more."  After a brief silence, the senior citizen responded as follows.  "You're right son.  We didn't have those things when we were young...so we invented them.  Now, you arrogant little sh*t what are you doing for the next generation?  The applause was amazing!  

Fun Filled Week

So I pulled myself together a bit, hunkered down and got some work done Monday morning.  I did laundry, cleaned all three bathrooms and got the kitchen tidied up a bit.  Then I spent the rest of the day running errands while I had my mom's truck.  I bought and planted three fruit trees, dropped off our old shelves at two different locations (and of course ended up chatting in the process) and then went to pick up an awesome play cabin for the kids from my cousin, Lisa.  It was late Monday night by the time I headed up to get the cabin and of course it starts pouring rain.  I'm in this HUGE, old pickup truck that I don't know how to drive and there are flash floods all around me.  Not the most relaxing of drives - and of course I had Dylan in the truck next to me asking a million questions as always.  Hard to concentrate!  There was a major power outage so half the stop lights were out on the way.  Quite the slow journey!  When I got to her house, it was barely raining, but of course starting pouring down again as we were loading the truck.  It took the two of us probably 3-5 minutes to load the truck and we were DRENCHED!  She is seriously one of my favorite people.  She is actually my dad's cousin, but closer to me in age.  I totally remember wishing I could be like Lisa when I was a little kid. She is so sweet and so  much fun!  Anyway, we were laughing so hard trying to load the truck.  I was in capris and flip flops, sliding all over the place.  I had to strip down in her house and wear an old sweatshirt of hers home so I wouldn't freeze.  Dylan was cute.  He asked me if I was okay and I told him I was wet, but that Lisa and I were just laughing about it.  Then he says, "Why, is she your sister or something?"  Maybe I only laugh when I'm with my sisters.  Who knows?  Cute though.  Thank you so much, Lisa!  We got it assembled Tuesday afternoon and the kids have been playing in it ever since.  

Tuesday my mom picked us up for a day at the planetarium.  It was originally supposed to be a campout with grandpa, but the weather changed that plan and then grandpa had to get some sprinklers fixed before the cement was poured this weekend so grandma took over the play date.  It was so much fun!  My mom commented to someone how she forgets how hard my job is because she's not with young kids all day.  She usually just has my 8-year-old nephew after school for a couple hours.  I had to laugh since it was a pretty easy and "good" day over all.  Not really a stressful day for me.  :)  We ate lunch, watched the deep ocean show in 3D (which Preston slept through - BONUS!).  The show was awesome, treats were yummy and the kids were well behaved.  Then the kids played around on all the cool science stuff and got to choose a gift from the gift shop.  Dylan picked a dinosaur...surprise, surprise.  We were ready to go, but hadn't made it to the fountains so we changed the kids and let them run through the fountains for a bit and then had some ice cream.  Such a fun day with grandma!

Planetarium

 

Fountain and Ice Cream

 

Wednesday we hung out at home and didn't get much accomplished during the day.  The fun part this day was the recognition of how fun our neighborhood is becoming.  A couple years ago we didn't feel like we knew our neighbors very well, but as Dylan is getting older, it's becoming such a fun place for him to play.  There aren't a ton of kids, but plenty, and they all play so cute together.  Pretty much since the weather changed, the kids play outside together after school.  I can only imagine what the summer is going to be like.  It's also helped the adults get to know each other better because we're always out there chatting while the kids play.  Wednesday afternoon eight kids ended up in the backyard checking out the cabin and playing.  At one point Dylan turns to me and says, "This is kind of like a party, huh mom?"  Funny!  They ended up going inside to play in the toy room for a bit.  Whenever that happens, Dylan slips into host mode.  He started handing out apples to all the kids for what he called "snack time".  I came in to find the fridge wide open and half my fruit gone.  I took all the apples back, washed them and cut them so everyone could share a little easier.  He's so funny!  He LOVES having people over.  I sat there on the deck watching them and just had to smile.  It does my heart well to remember all the fun I had as a kid running around with my friends in the summer and it looks like that's how it's going to be for my kids too.  Plus I love that the kids in the neighborhood feel welcome enough to want to hang out here.  That's exactly what Marcos and I want our home to be - a loving, safe environment where others feel welcome.  

Thursday Marcos was off work since he was working Saturday.  We decided to go down to the children's museum and then let the kids run through the fountains again.  We had a great time just hanging out as a family.  Dylan had been there before with abuela, but I never had.  It's a cute place and was easy to keep track of the kids with Marcos' help :)

Children's Museum

 

Fountain Fun - Part 2

Friday my sister, Angie, came down to hang out.  Her husband has been helping my mom and step dad with their cement and she needed to get the kids out of the house for awhile.  On her way out the door, my sister, Alicia, called to ask if we could dog sit while she was out of town so Angie brought us Alicia's dog, Belle.  Dylan was ecstatic when he heard that we would be watching her for a few days.  We took the kids to a pizza place nearby that has video games and stuff for the kids to play on.  My kids LOVE that place - probably because of the toys.  After that we played at our house for a bit while Preston took a nap.  Marcos and Dylan were supposed to be flying with a friend of ours in a small plane that evening, but when the weather changed and the storm was coming in, the plans changed.  We had a good time hanging out and chatting.  Angie's the sister closest in age to me, but she lives in Idaho.  I miss her so much!  She was always my best friend growing up and I can still tell her anything.  

Belle

Today I was trying to decide if I was going to be lazy or productive all by myself when Marcos' mom called to invite us to Cherry Hill.  We ended up meeting there at lunch time, eating pizza that abuela bought, and then playing for about three hours.  The kids had so much fun and got along so well.  Plus no one was there.  I had forgotten about the air show this afternoon.  I'm pretty sure everyone was out watching the Thunder Birds while we played in the pool. :)  We had a great time, but were pretty beat by about 3:00 so I took Preston home for a nap.  Dylan and I watched part of the Thunder Birds show from our house while Preston was napping.  It was AWESOME!  Later on, Marcos and I played our final soccer game.  The other team forfeited putting us 2nd to last in the tournament. :)  Hurray to us!  We ended up playing another team for fun.  Much less pressure.  We actually played really well.  It's been a really fun thing for Marcos and I to do together - a nightmare to coordinate babysitters, but fun for us as a couple.  

Cherry Hill

Thunder Birds