If Only We Had iMessage

I might have responded differently had a thing called iMessage existed last February.

As most of you know according to my last post this time last year Greg and I were in

the beginning stages of our flirting, talking, liking each other, and getting ready to begin

a relationship that would change both of our lives in ways we could have never even

imagined.

Currently most of you dating, engaged and married people are trying to figure out what

to do for your special someone for Valentine’s Day. It’s okay to admit that, because

I’m right there with you. I do not want to speak for Greg but I bet you he is at least still

contemplating some things.

I do know now what he was contemplating last year on Valentine’s Day. How do I

know? Hmm, maybe because he told me. No, he did not tell me that day but he did tell

me a few months down the road.

Last Valentine’s Day we had just celebrated my birthday and we had entered into the

funny flirting stage of our relationship. Most people do that in person and maybe even

over text, but Greg and I had not quite reached that stage yet. No, we flirted a little

differently. Our primary way of flirting was smack talk while attempting to demolish

the other person in Words with Friends. Yes, we are shameless iPhone lovers. Then

everything changed on the flirting front when we bumped iPhones and had each others

phone numbers. Let the crazy amounts of texting begin. I do not even want to know how

much my number of texts increased. I’m sure it was quite ridiculous.

I do know that on that Valentine’s Day Greg was probably quite thankful iMessage had

not yet been created. Why you ask? Well, he typed Happy Valentine’s Day probably

somewhere around 30-40 times. Happy Valentines Day! Erase. Happy Valentines

Day! Erase. Happy Valentines Day! Erase. I think you get the picture. My sweet Greg

was nervous about sending me a Happy Valentines Day message. I think later when

he was trying to erase it, he accidentally hit send and there was no going back. Sadly,

he was not the only one who had Valentines Day texting fears. I quickly opened the

message, however I did not quickly respond. I too, like my sweet boy deliberated over

my response for sometime. I did not type a response 30 different times, I just stared at

my screen in fear over what to put. The fear was not over not knowing the huge sense

of excitement that his three words gave me but the fear of not knowing what he was

trying to say. I was in this state of fear over the idea that it was just some group text and

I was not about to right this sweet mushy response to a group text. So, I responded with

something to the extent of thank you and Happy Valentines Day to you too.

I think both Greg and I look back at the last year and at times think we were silly, a bit

ridiculous, and down right weird. I think those thoughts are quite often followed by an

overwhelming thankfulness that the other person looked past those crazy moments and

decided to jump at the opportunity to start an incredible journey with the other person.

Happy Valentines Day to my sweet fiancé Greg! I love you!