This is how the story begins

The story begins like this.  Upon moving to Colorado, I met a wonderful girl with the name of Sandy Carter.  I quickly found that I had a serious crush on her, but she had a crush on this other guy, so I considered things game over.

On the front porch swing

Over the summer of 2008, I established quite a friendship with Sandy, and I realized that I enjoyed her company more and more.

Near the end of July, we were both at a party, and I really was interested in her.  We decided to hang out on the swinging bench on the front porch.  I put my arm around the back side of the swing, just a little too shy to put it around Sandy.

My parents came to visit me in August, I knew that I wanted to be more than just friends with Sandy.  At Church, Sandy befriended my mom, and I felt that I was given a green flag.

After my parents left, Sandy was visiting me in my apartment watching the olympics, and turns out that we started holding hands.  About a week later after a stroll through a park we kissed.  That night, Sandy was so happy that she couldn’t help but to call and tell me how happy she was.  It was then that I asked her if she would be my girlfiend, making it official instead of assumed.

Sandy and her gingerbread house

I think things started becoming more serious during December.  Sandy and I had lots of fun Christmas activities, including making cinnamon ornaments and real gingerbread houses.

When I visited her and her family during Christmas, I began realizing more clearly just how much I love her.  Ideas about marriage were forming in my head, and I wanted her to visit Oregon before proposing, so I made arrangments for us to fly to Oregon for a three day weekend in the middle of Feburary.

And that is how the story begins.