03 August 2007
17 July 2007
Seamus and Tahlequah
Dawn and I spent some time recently in OK and Dallas. Here are some photos! Seamus with my stepson and his mom!
31 March 2007
My Turn
Now for the rest of the story...
I (Dawn) was living in a new (to me) house and trying to start a new life and get back into the world of dating, which had changed a lot in the 30 years since I'd seen it last, when I received an email from this zany guy in the next town. After a few email exchanges, we talked on the phone and had a wonderful easy conversation that lasted an hour and seemed like only a few moments. We agreed to meet for lunch and 6 hours later we were still talking.
It was like meeting someone for the first time that I'd known forever. I'd flirted with the idea of reincarnation before but now I really believe -- there are things I seem to know about Jon that I couldn't possibly know and things that he seems to know about me that he couldn't possibly know. I'd been very badly hurt in the past and was a bit gun-shy, but I trusted him from the start. I'd decided to go with my gut and my heart this time around, rather than my head...and I did.
We started seeing each other as often as we could, which quickly turned into daily routine. The other gentlemen callers I had faded away from neglect on my part. In early November the furnace in my house broke down and it took my landlord 2 weeks to finally get it repaired. I needed a place to stay and Jon offered his home as a refuge for me and my animals (2 black cats and a Sheltie dog) and we gratefully accepted. Eventually, he said, "why are you paying rent when you could move in with me?" or words to that effect. I thought, "why not?!" and so I did.
A few days before Christmas, on the Winter Solstice, which also happened to be the anniversary of my grandmother's death, I was feeling rather low because I missed her and my mother so much. I lost them both to cancer in 2003 and 2004 and with everything I'd been through in the past year, I really needed them. On my way home from work that day, I saw an eagle soaring over Lake Jacomo...they are rare here in Missouri, but there are some of them. I felt it was a sign from the Great Spirit and from them telling me everything was going to be OK. I was still stunned and a little speechless when I arrived home and tried to convey to Jon how I felt and what I'd seen and the impact it had on me.
He sat me down in the living room and said (in a very serious voice), "We need to talk." I tensed up and thought "uh-oh...here it comes." He then said, "I've been thinking a lot about us and about our relationship and where it's going and what I want out of life. I don't think I want things to be the way they are. I'm not satisfied with this arrangement." I became very nervous, as I thought he was about to kick me out of his life and I didn't think I could bear that -- I love this man more than I ever thought it was possible to love anyone. His next words seemed to confirm my worst fears. He said, "I don't want to be your boyfriend anymore." I closed my eyes and my mind began to race on many different levels -- where was my suitcase? Where were the boxes? It was a good thing I hadn't given up my lease on the house yet. How would I survive this?
Then I heard him say, "I want to be your fiance. Will you marry me?" I opened my eyes in amazement and saw that he was holding out a beautiful emerald and diamond white gold (I'm allergic to yellow gold) ring with lots of delicate filigree work and such. It took my breath away...my powers of speech too. It was a good 5 minutes before I could get my mouth and brain to work together. The dog even started to whine with concern by then because my mouth kept opening and closing but no sound came out. Finally I reached out with a shaking hand and picked up the ring and put it on my left hand and looked up at his dear anxious face and began to cry saying, "does this answer your question?" and then I hugged him and he held me as if he never wanted to let me go.
Everything seemed slightly surreal that evening as he called his children and his parents and his sister to tell them. I also called my sister and my son and my father to tell them the good news. I found out that Jon had called my father that morning to ask his permission and told him that I was the answer to a prayer and he promised my dad that he would always love me and care for me. My father was really touched by that and said he knew I was in good hands. So did I.
As time has gone on, I have grown to love Jon and his family more and more with each passing day. I finally feel like I'm where I belong, with whom I belong. When I look at Jon, I'm home. As it says in the Song of Solomon, "I am my beloved's and my beloved is mine."
I (Dawn) was living in a new (to me) house and trying to start a new life and get back into the world of dating, which had changed a lot in the 30 years since I'd seen it last, when I received an email from this zany guy in the next town. After a few email exchanges, we talked on the phone and had a wonderful easy conversation that lasted an hour and seemed like only a few moments. We agreed to meet for lunch and 6 hours later we were still talking.
It was like meeting someone for the first time that I'd known forever. I'd flirted with the idea of reincarnation before but now I really believe -- there are things I seem to know about Jon that I couldn't possibly know and things that he seems to know about me that he couldn't possibly know. I'd been very badly hurt in the past and was a bit gun-shy, but I trusted him from the start. I'd decided to go with my gut and my heart this time around, rather than my head...and I did.
We started seeing each other as often as we could, which quickly turned into daily routine. The other gentlemen callers I had faded away from neglect on my part. In early November the furnace in my house broke down and it took my landlord 2 weeks to finally get it repaired. I needed a place to stay and Jon offered his home as a refuge for me and my animals (2 black cats and a Sheltie dog) and we gratefully accepted. Eventually, he said, "why are you paying rent when you could move in with me?" or words to that effect. I thought, "why not?!" and so I did.
A few days before Christmas, on the Winter Solstice, which also happened to be the anniversary of my grandmother's death, I was feeling rather low because I missed her and my mother so much. I lost them both to cancer in 2003 and 2004 and with everything I'd been through in the past year, I really needed them. On my way home from work that day, I saw an eagle soaring over Lake Jacomo...they are rare here in Missouri, but there are some of them. I felt it was a sign from the Great Spirit and from them telling me everything was going to be OK. I was still stunned and a little speechless when I arrived home and tried to convey to Jon how I felt and what I'd seen and the impact it had on me.
He sat me down in the living room and said (in a very serious voice), "We need to talk." I tensed up and thought "uh-oh...here it comes." He then said, "I've been thinking a lot about us and about our relationship and where it's going and what I want out of life. I don't think I want things to be the way they are. I'm not satisfied with this arrangement." I became very nervous, as I thought he was about to kick me out of his life and I didn't think I could bear that -- I love this man more than I ever thought it was possible to love anyone. His next words seemed to confirm my worst fears. He said, "I don't want to be your boyfriend anymore." I closed my eyes and my mind began to race on many different levels -- where was my suitcase? Where were the boxes? It was a good thing I hadn't given up my lease on the house yet. How would I survive this?
Then I heard him say, "I want to be your fiance. Will you marry me?" I opened my eyes in amazement and saw that he was holding out a beautiful emerald and diamond white gold (I'm allergic to yellow gold) ring with lots of delicate filigree work and such. It took my breath away...my powers of speech too. It was a good 5 minutes before I could get my mouth and brain to work together. The dog even started to whine with concern by then because my mouth kept opening and closing but no sound came out. Finally I reached out with a shaking hand and picked up the ring and put it on my left hand and looked up at his dear anxious face and began to cry saying, "does this answer your question?" and then I hugged him and he held me as if he never wanted to let me go.
Everything seemed slightly surreal that evening as he called his children and his parents and his sister to tell them. I also called my sister and my son and my father to tell them the good news. I found out that Jon had called my father that morning to ask his permission and told him that I was the answer to a prayer and he promised my dad that he would always love me and care for me. My father was really touched by that and said he knew I was in good hands. So did I.
As time has gone on, I have grown to love Jon and his family more and more with each passing day. I finally feel like I'm where I belong, with whom I belong. When I look at Jon, I'm home. As it says in the Song of Solomon, "I am my beloved's and my beloved is mine."
30 March 2007
Our first post!
This is us. We are Dawn and Jon. This blog will be a way for us to keep in touch with each other, as well as with those we love. We hope you enjoy what we share.
Dawn and I began as an exchange of emails on match.com. We were both miserable being alone and we had both been through major trauma in our personal lives. I (Jon) started things by emailing Dawn. I liked her profile. We spoke on the phone...Lordy, if I didn't have to go to work we would have talked all night. I loved her voice and her sense of humor, and was amazed that, having never met, we had an easy give and take...we exchanged a few more emails and met for lunch at Fox&Hound on 13 July, 2006. I found Dawn captivating...her own self...a strong self...a survivor! The date lasted for about six hours. I surprised her with a gift...a stuffed bear...and was so happy when she agreed to see me again. I'll let Dawn tell you her side of the story...if she cares to!
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