digits

Shawn and I stayed up late last night looking through a memorabilia bin I grabbed from his house before we left st. george. (promise to return it terry)

In between report cards, photos, letters, souvenirs and certificates were various little pieces of papers with phone numbers from all sorts of girls. I was dying. Seriously. I only took a pic of these three, but there were a ton. I had to tease and ask Shawn why in the world he had all these phone numbers among his most prized possessions. He told me, and I quote, 

"I seriously remember tucking these in here and thinking that when my wife came across them one day she would think I was a stud." 

right. That is exactly what I am thinking.:) We even found a love letter written from some chick signed Vicki L. who he has no recollection of. It's chock full of her heart brokenness over Shawn choosing someone else. wow. nice.

I couldn't feel too bad, because Shawn quickly pulled out his wallet and grabbed my original digits. He has them laminated with the first bow baby Lexi had in the hospital. aw.

He also carts around the bobby pin I wore in my hair on one of our first dates. so cute...or maybe a little creepy? j/k babe. 

I had forgotten he still had my number in his wallet, and looking at it took me back 7+ years when I wrote it down for him. 

Computer center, Dixie State College. I was working on one of many research papers. Shawn (who I nick named dream boy for my mom and friends convenience) was in his usual seat across the way inching his head up every now and then to peek over his computer and look at me. I was fully aware of the admirer, but he ducked back down every time I tried to make eye contact. It had been a few weeks of this, and I was starting to think maybe the boy wasn't into me after all. Finally one afternoon in early December, I felt a tap on my shoulder and looked up to see mr. dream boy himself. He was nervous. shaking like a leaf really. He made some awkward conversation and asked if he could get my number. sure. I wrote it on a paper and tore it off.

The next day he called to see if he could maybe take me out that night on his Harley as long as I wasn't already busy. I said yes, and the rest is history.

I knew he was a keeper after that first date.

I'm just glad the feeling was mutual, 

and that I was the one worth laminating.

(Hope you're doing okay Vicki L.)