Jeffrey is a patient person, and I’m not so much. I wish I was more patient and I try to work on it but us dating was a time where I really learned just how impatient I really was. I really liked Jeffrey. I really, really, really liked him. I would give him notes once in awhile. (because I always have felt that a handwritten note is so much more special than a typed out note or text or email.) I would once in awhile go and see if I could catch him on a break at work. We both knew we wanted to date, I just wanted it sooner than he did.
One day during potato harvest Dad told me that Jeffrey and him were getting together for coffee that evening. I knew automatically what it would be about and I was so excited! I told my closest friends and we texted the time away after work. My dad got home and told me that he had asked Jeffrey to wait till I was done school to date. I was fairly embarrassed actually. My age had contributed to the fact that we couldn’t be together. Little did I know that Jeffrey was okay with waiting. He wanted to be sure of his choice.
Rabbit trail: Jeffrey and I had talked about dating a lot and we both wanted to be sure that we were dating for marriage and not just for the fun of it. We wanted to go into our relationship with the intention of marriage as the outcome of it. We were very serious about this. I feel like I was confident about the fact that I wanted to date before Jeffrey was. We both wanted it but we also had people telling us to make sure we knew there were other “fish in the sea” and how you need to “test drive many cars to know exactly what you want”. Those comments always made me feel sorry for those people. I can stand here today saying that Jeffrey Holm can say that he was my first boyfriend, the first guy I said ‘I love you’ to (beside my dad of course), the first man who started to know me beyond my smiling face, the only person I’ve been engaged to. I understand that no relationship is perfect and sometimes things happen but I feel honoured to be in this godly relationship.
Back to the story: We waited and talked a lot over the next six months! I finished school early… like in march… but we still waited. Finally in May Jeffrey decided to ask dad out once again. This time he was serious. I knew they were getting together but I didn’t know if this would be the end of our friendship or another “wait” from dad or the beginning of a dating relationship. You see, a month before that day in May I had gone to Jeffrey's house… we had been communicating for over a year at that point and I needed to know whether we were ever going to be more. I told him not to contact me anymore, that I needed official or nothing at all because I felt that we were getting too emotionally involved for being “just friends”. We prayed, put fake smiles on to face the rest of his family and said goodbye. I got into my vehicle and started weeping. Crying all the way home I knew at that point that I really deeply cared for this man, I could only hope he felt the same for me. So a month later, after really no communication, I sat in my office chair with a pounding heart and sweaty palms.
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