So last night was one of those moments, one of those “before a big change” moments. Wyatt and Gunnar had been loading some pipe out at Wyatt’s river place and I went out after they were done to hang out for awhile. We sat on Wyatt’s truck and watched the sun go down and the stars come out, we talked and talked. We talked about nothing and about everything and fought over who had claimed shooting stars first. It was a sort of random, wonderful, and melancholy moment all at the same time. High school is over, Gunnar will soon leave for College Station, we’ll start college here, things will change and moments like that wouldn’t just happen very many times more. But this wasn’t really meant to be about “moments before a big change” it’s tempting, my fingers really want to start typing out mellow drama laced with quotes from Shakespeare and tid bits of Victorian poetry. But I shall spare you the agony and save that for another day. Anyway I have been making a long rather spastic introduction to my point, yes I have a point..
We had a lot of good conversations but something that made me think was one we had about girlfriends. When you’re sitting under the stars, or anywhere really, with two guys, girls come up, it just happens. Another guy had told Wyatt, and I quote, “Not all of us can find our dream girl on the first try, she’s pretty, she can cook, and she’s a good girl” (please note the first two qualities it takes to be a dream girl.) Yes I am the dream girl mentioned there *wrinkles nose and grins* and yes it made me feel very honored as well as all warm and fuzzy inside, no Walker I haven’t been drinking, but it also made me think. Now unless I was knocked unconscious in the process, I don’t remember just dropping into Wyatt’s lap out of the sky like a stray comet, although my heart may remember it that way sometimes (my heart also remembers trekking across miles of North American wilderness with seven children, flirting my way across enemy lines as a female confederate spy, and LOVING to read the dictionary when I was eight, obviously none of this happened and I just pat my heart and say poor dramatic thing…..) Since I didn’t drop like a flaming piece of space matter, what did happen? Well it just so happens he did it, he won me.
I met him at a YMCA fifth graders football game, I thought he was tall, I thought he had wonderful eyes, I thought he was nice, I introduced him to my mom as Everett. Yes Everett. why? I don’t have any idea, why did I call him Everett, that’s not his name, in fact it’s nowhere close to his name. but that's beside the point. oh yeah, point, we were getting to that.
SO this is how we met, then about a month later we had had our second meeting. At that point I thought he was very cool, I liked his openness, his gentlemanly demeanor, his looks, and of course, his muddy boots. Oh how I liked those muddy boots. But there were no sparkles, no angel choir, no flying led, oh wait. The point is I had no intentions. We talked more after that until I realized maybe it wasn’t my intentions I should worry about so I called him and pulled, what he likes to call, the friend card. And in a way I guess I did but I honestly didn't mean to be cruel, really, I mean it, I know the cell phone will never believe me, but it's true all the same.
So then came the wait, where it would be shown if he really thought I was worth it or not. But he didn’t throw me out or run off. he said he would love to just be friends, ok well maybe he didn't say he would *love* it but he wanted to stay friends was the point. I drew the line. He got behind it. He respected it. He didn't push it. He honored it. and well the effect was not what either of us expected..
SO this is what I was thinking, yes I know we're are *just* now coming to the point.
Dream girls don't just fall out of the sky! They are won, pursued, reached for, worked and waited for.
For six months Wyatt was my friend, he made it clear that he liked me very much and would like to be more then friends, then he stepped respectfully back and honored the friendship, and even just enjoyed getting to know me, and let me tell you it floored me. I was lost. slowly he proved to me that he was indeed my dream man.... and here are some of the ways he did it.
He called my house. Yes I had had all kinds of strange boys do all kinds of strange things to try and get my number. Pretend to be my sister, stalk my little brother, send jr high kids to ask, the list goes on and on, I hadn't been very impressed so far or felt like giving out my number. not hardly. but this time was different, He called my house, he took the chance that my dad would answer. Which is exactly what happened. Then after politely saying hi and telling me who he was twice to my ninny "who is this again?" oh goodness really winning there sara. He got my number and we started texting, and he, although he wouldn't know it till much later, helped me through one of the most miserable weekends of my life.
He never pushed me, he was so patient, he waited so well. He never tried to hide his feelings yet he never made them more important then honoring my feelings and the line I had drawn. He was so open and honest from the very beginning, I was shocked, I had never seen anything like his honesty with me. He expected honesty from himself, from me, and from those around him. It was/is wonderful!!
He served me, he was an ultimate gentleman, he opened my door every single time, and still does. Just as one small example. Small stuff tells SO much about what's really going on with someone deep inside their character.
He let me be me, not the 'strong me' not the 'put together' me (as if that ever happens anyway!) but just me, the fraying one the edges, emotional, full of crazy ideas, artistic, overly compassionate, obsessed with flamboyantly colored 4 inch heels me. and not only did he let me, he seemed to like it. and to this day he still tells me he does, he's so great.
He was confident and a strong leader, even as a friend
He wiped the condensation off my water bottle at prom!!! Yes random I know but oh it meant so much, it was showing how deep he was on the inside and how he felt about me. He went and got me a bottle of water while I sat and rested, then he wiped all the condensation off the outside so I wouldn't get my hands wet, then he started opening the lid so it wasn't hard to open anymore but not all the way so I didn't have to try and juggle the bottle and the lid when he handed it to me. *blink* I'll never forget it. I was struck. starry eyed. loco. whatever you wanna call it. but that water bottle did it
**disclaimer**
Don't ever go to prom as just friends if you don't want to go any farther, it fails, it won't work, it is a bad idea! now it worked out well for me in the end, but if you don't want it to work out how it did for me, don't do it. or at least you must avoid letting him bring you a water bottle at all costs, it's lethal!
**moving on**
The point I'm making, ok so maybe it's my 90th point, is that he worked for me, he waited for me, he got to know me, he pursued me, he fought for me, he let me be me, he proved to me how he felt, he proved he was trust worthy, he was patient and caring and open and honest. He proved he was a true man, a mighty man. After a long time I decided that I knew I could trust him. this is how he "scored" a dream girl. now please don’t take this as me being prideful, that's not it at all, I wish I could explain how completely un-dream girlish I feel most of the time. I wonder more often then not how I deserved the kind of treatment he gives me…
In the end “it doesn’t just happen” Dream girls don’t fall out of the sky. They are won by champions, they “fall” into the laps of those whose laps have been carefully prepared to “catch” them.
So bottom line.
If more guys would be champions, more guys would have dream girls. End of story.
Thank you Father for my champion. He is more then I could have ever dreamed of having. And thank you for giving him those perfect blue eyes
*loses control of knee muscles*
