So I haven’t really said anything about the man I’m about to marry… Toby and I met in the summer of 2000 at a camp called Quaker Meadow… After thet we kept in touch via IMs and long distance phone calls (ask his mother, she’ll tellyou about the bills LoL)… I got to see him about once a year over 4th of July weekend when I would beg my dad to bring me up here “to see family and friends”… I would make sure that a visit to his church was included in my trip… I also knew a lot of the other kids from his church… Grace and I always had this kooky sort of friendship :)… Toby and I really started talking again last May (2005) as we were both coming out of rough relationships… In helping each other through them we realized again how much we had in common and that little spark ignited in us again (wow that’s sappy)… He came down to visit me in June… The week was amazing… I got to show him all of the places I had told him about, introduce him to my friends, and take him to the beach… Our first kiss was in the Pacific ocean (caught on camera papperazzi style by Dani :P)… Very romantic… When he left I missed him like crazy… Saw him again over 4th of July weekend and really wanted to stay in Sacramento… Went back home and some bad stuff happened… I knew I should get away from it all and the only place I felt at home was Sacramento… God worked it all out and everything seemed to all just fall into place… Grace’s parents offered me a place to stay (unbeknown to Grace… but she didn’t mind, she’s used to her parents doing kooky stuff like this)… and I got a job right away because my cousin’s girlfriend (now fiance) Anna was quitting, at Debbie Meyer Swim School teaching private swimming lessons… Which is where I am working again this summer after a short bout at Starbucks between… Anyway… I digress – Toby and I are the yin to each others yang… I’ve never met a man who loved me for all the spazziness that is me… Until now… (Now don’t go expecting any more lovey dovey sappy posts from me, cuz that’s just not my style :P)…

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