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<font color=magenta>Oh no Mickey must have gotten
- Joined
- Jun 16, 2006
- Messages
- 369
Planning Index
Our Story #1
The Rest of The Story #9
The Ring #11
The Venue #23, #39
Colors & Save the Dates #24
Shoes #24
Dress Anxiety #27
At Home Reception #32
Officiant #32
Photographer #32
Teaser Pics #49
Vendor Reviews #60
Day One: Traveling Zombies #61
Welcome Bags #62
Blogged by the Roots #62
Our Story
Patrick and I met doing our time wearing the good ol' khaki and red. He worked in Target's electronic department and I worked at the one hour photo, back in the days when people still used something called film and digital was just the beginning of a dream. In slow times I'd seek out Patrick and help him restock the latest CDs while he reviewed them for me.
We became good friends. So good of friends that he won me a stuffed Ernie and a giant plastic diamond ring at Dave and Busters; he would sit through my dad's tortuous un-edited videos of our family vacations to Disney
; and when he would take me out to dinner people I knew thought he was my boyfriend.
But we never dated. We were both too shy.
School ended, we started seeing other people, and we both pursued dreams that set quite a bit of distance between the two of us. He traveled the country as the drummer for a band.
(I always dreamed of marrying a musician!) And my childhood dream of moving to Florida and working for the big cheese 
had become a reality.
Patrick ended his tour with the band and began working with his family's construction company in Ohio. Shortly after, I noticed that the chick he played for was headlining at the House of Blues at Downtown Disney. One night I sent him a message saying I wished he was still touring with her so I could have shown him around Disney World.
A couple months later Patrick took me up on my offer of showing him around the "World." In December of 2008 he came to visit me for four days! The first night he got there we were so excited to see each other I am pretty sure it was near 3:00 am by the time we realized we had been up all night talking. We both agreed we were going to break plans and not get up early to head to Epcot the next morning.
Our trip together was so incredible it needs a story of its own. So bear with me as I try to shorten all the fun and sappy details. The first day we spent at at Epcot. I was singing that night in the Candlelight Processional and I was so proud to have him there to see me.
Day two we spent at Hollywood Studios and by then I was already pretending to be scared
on Tower of Terror so he would hold me. That night we went back to Epcot and stayed for Extra Magic Hours even though neither of us were a resort guest. 
Nobody bothered us as we spent the night sitting on one of the columns in Italy sipping wine and talking. Our conversation turned into something silly about our potential super hero powers when he looked at me, smiled and said, "It doesn't get any better than this." At the end of the night Patrick hugged me and told me I was really special. I spent the whole night wide awake 
kicking myself because instead of telling him that I felt the same about him ... I pulled a stupid girl move and told him that I was not.
Despite how tired the both of us were he still made me laugh as we conquered the Animal Kingdom and Disney Quest on day three. At the end of the night when Patrick had declared it was time for the two of us to retreat I was really sad
as I knew his trip was coming to an end too soon. Just as we were about to walk away he leaned over and kissed me. 
I immediately confessed that I had been attracted to him since the day I met him about eight years ago! Both of us had a sleepless night as we individually pondered how the logistics of this relationship could possibly work.
The next day we were both unusually quiet as we headed to the Magic Kingdom. First thing in the morning we found ourselves standing in front of a photographer in the rose garden. The photographer asked us if we were a couple... here's where I make the biggest mistake of the whole trip... Patrick proudly declares that we are as I shyly say that we are not.
Oh man! getting through that 45 seconds of snapshots was terrifying! We had never discussed what that kiss meant and I didn't think he could possibly want to try to make this work... boy did I want to fix this! So, I did the only thing I could think of and held out my hand. He was receptive and held my hand as we walked away.
Just before wishes started we had a beautiful photo of the two of us sneaking a kiss in front of the castle as an official "couple." 
The next morning my stomach was doing flip flops as I had to drive Patrick back to the airport.
I could tell he wasn't feeling well either and I tried to be strong as we said goodbye; after all I was coming home to see family for Christmas in just a little over two weeks. He was fighting tears as we got to the security check and I smiled until he walked away. As soon as I thought he was gone I plopped down on the nearest bench and tried to hide as I cried; and attempted coming to terms with the overwhelming amount of emotions that left me with no desire to leave the airport or my bench.
But our story doesn't end there...
Our Story #1
The Rest of The Story #9
The Ring #11
The Venue #23, #39
Colors & Save the Dates #24
Shoes #24
Dress Anxiety #27
At Home Reception #32
Officiant #32
Photographer #32
Teaser Pics #49
Vendor Reviews #60
Day One: Traveling Zombies #61
Welcome Bags #62
Blogged by the Roots #62
Our Story
Patrick and I met doing our time wearing the good ol' khaki and red. He worked in Target's electronic department and I worked at the one hour photo, back in the days when people still used something called film and digital was just the beginning of a dream. In slow times I'd seek out Patrick and help him restock the latest CDs while he reviewed them for me.
We became good friends. So good of friends that he won me a stuffed Ernie and a giant plastic diamond ring at Dave and Busters; he would sit through my dad's tortuous un-edited videos of our family vacations to Disney
; and when he would take me out to dinner people I knew thought he was my boyfriend.But we never dated. We were both too shy.
School ended, we started seeing other people, and we both pursued dreams that set quite a bit of distance between the two of us. He traveled the country as the drummer for a band.
(I always dreamed of marrying a musician!) And my childhood dream of moving to Florida and working for the big cheese had become a reality. Patrick ended his tour with the band and began working with his family's construction company in Ohio. Shortly after, I noticed that the chick he played for was headlining at the House of Blues at Downtown Disney. One night I sent him a message saying I wished he was still touring with her so I could have shown him around Disney World.
A couple months later Patrick took me up on my offer of showing him around the "World." In December of 2008 he came to visit me for four days! The first night he got there we were so excited to see each other I am pretty sure it was near 3:00 am by the time we realized we had been up all night talking. We both agreed we were going to break plans and not get up early to head to Epcot the next morning.
Our trip together was so incredible it needs a story of its own. So bear with me as I try to shorten all the fun and sappy details. The first day we spent at at Epcot. I was singing that night in the Candlelight Processional and I was so proud to have him there to see me.
Day two we spent at Hollywood Studios and by then I was already pretending to be scared
on Tower of Terror so he would hold me. That night we went back to Epcot and stayed for Extra Magic Hours even though neither of us were a resort guest. Nobody bothered us as we spent the night sitting on one of the columns in Italy sipping wine and talking. Our conversation turned into something silly about our potential super hero powers when he looked at me, smiled and said, "It doesn't get any better than this." At the end of the night Patrick hugged me and told me I was really special. I spent the whole night wide awake kicking myself because instead of telling him that I felt the same about him ... I pulled a stupid girl move and told him that I was not. Despite how tired the both of us were he still made me laugh as we conquered the Animal Kingdom and Disney Quest on day three. At the end of the night when Patrick had declared it was time for the two of us to retreat I was really sad
as I knew his trip was coming to an end too soon. Just as we were about to walk away he leaned over and kissed me. I immediately confessed that I had been attracted to him since the day I met him about eight years ago! Both of us had a sleepless night as we individually pondered how the logistics of this relationship could possibly work. The next day we were both unusually quiet as we headed to the Magic Kingdom. First thing in the morning we found ourselves standing in front of a photographer in the rose garden. The photographer asked us if we were a couple... here's where I make the biggest mistake of the whole trip... Patrick proudly declares that we are as I shyly say that we are not.
Oh man! getting through that 45 seconds of snapshots was terrifying! We had never discussed what that kiss meant and I didn't think he could possibly want to try to make this work... boy did I want to fix this! So, I did the only thing I could think of and held out my hand. He was receptive and held my hand as we walked away.
Just before wishes started we had a beautiful photo of the two of us sneaking a kiss in front of the castle as an official "couple." The next morning my stomach was doing flip flops as I had to drive Patrick back to the airport.
I could tell he wasn't feeling well either and I tried to be strong as we said goodbye; after all I was coming home to see family for Christmas in just a little over two weeks. He was fighting tears as we got to the security check and I smiled until he walked away. As soon as I thought he was gone I plopped down on the nearest bench and tried to hide as I cried; and attempted coming to terms with the overwhelming amount of emotions that left me with no desire to leave the airport or my bench.But our story doesn't end there...
He fought pirates and saved a tavern all to be deceived by the Captain. See the Captain had promised Patrick that he would give him a special gift for me in payment for all his toils. Patrick seized a sword and threatened Captain Jack. The Captain finally made good on his promise and told him that he would have made a good pirate if he wasn't a fool in love. Then Patrick pulled out a little treasure box containing a stunning necklace. I was speechless... nobody has ever gone through such great lengths to write a story, let alone fight pirates for something so beautiful for me. 
I love it!!
