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Trip to Maine

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Our Love Story, Part III

About a month after our second date, Ed asked me to go to Maine with his family for New Year’s.  They have a little cottage that they restored on Beals Island, which is about an eight-hour drive from here.  The house is right on the beach, near the bridge that connects the island to the main land.  I remember worrying about packing; what clothes and shoes to bring, wanting to dress appropriately for a family vacation and make a good impression on his parents.  While I had enjoyed spending time with his family, I was worried about spending a few days with them.

When we got to Beals, I completely fell in love with the cottage.  The big room downstairs has wood beams, and the walls are painted a sage green.  There are antlers and animal furs decorating the walls, with boats, fish and shells mixed in.  Ed built the mustard yellow TV corner cabinet, the coffee table, end tables, and kitchen table.  For the first time, I appreciated his skill and craftsmanship. 

The first night that we were there, Marie and Rich cooked lobster.  Their friends on the island, the Carvers, are lobster fishermen.  I had never enjoyed eating lobster.  I never liked the smell, and so I never ate it.  However, I wanted to make a good impression, and I knew how much lobsters cost, so I ate it.  I could learn to like lobster, I thought.  Later, we visited the Carver family.  I enjoyed sitting with Ruth, who reminds me of my great-grandma Rose, and the whole crew gathered in her kitchen to play a rousing game of farkel.  Farkel is a dice game, and it’s a blast to play on chilly Maine winter nights.  We chatted and tossed dice until late into the evening, while Ed and his dad talked in the other room with Guy, Ruth’s husband, about lobstering and the good old days.  We walked down the street back to their cottage and turned in.  I felt like I had such a great day, enjoyed myself, and made a good impression on Ed’s parents and their friends in Maine.

At around 2:00 am, I woke up.  My stomach was churning.  The cottage has one bathroom, downstairs.  Ed and I were sleeping upstairs, and his parents slept downstairs by the fire.  I bolted out of bed and ran down the stairs.  Karma!  I never should have laughed at Ed when he choked on that salmon bone.  It turns out that I’m allergic to lobster, which is why I never liked the smell.  My body was rejecting that lobster dinner.  I threw up in the bathroom, in the little cottage that had no privacy. 

“Ab?” It was Ed’s mom at the bathroom door.  “Are you okay?”

“Oh, yeah.  Just a little sick, but I’m fine now.”  I was so embarrassed.  I wanted so badly to make a good impression.  And here I was, waking up the whole house puking up the expensive lobster dinner that their friends had risked their lives to catch for me.  I could have died right then.

I went back up the stairs.  Ed asked if I was okay, if I needed anything.  I was crying.  Being sick had brought tears to my eyes, and once they started to flow, I couldn’t stop.  I couldn’t believe I had been sick.  He went downstairs and got me a drink of water then rubbed my back until I fell asleep.

The next morning, the sun shone brightly into the upstairs bedroom window.  Ed woke me up and told me to look outside.  Through the window, I could see the lobster boats going under the bridge, heading out for the day.  The sunlight danced on the water in the reach, and it took my breath away.  We got up and headed over to the breakfast spot: Tall Barney’s.  Ed’s family seemed to know all the lobstermen who were there eating breakfast.  We met the Carvers there, and I had the best blueberry pancakes with wild Maine blueberries.

When we went back to the cottage, Marie was excited to show me the beach.  We walked out in the chilly winter air, bundled up.  I was cold, but I soon forgot about the temperature when I saw what was on the beach.  Years before, people threw their trash off of the bridge, which led to an endless supply of sea glass on the beach in front of their cottage.  I spent hours walking around, collecting sea glass in all shades of aqua, green, clear, blue, brown, and even the coveted purple, pink, and red.  Occasional pieces of blue willow china and even tea cups appeared when the tide went out.  Ed laughed as I filled jars and bags with the glass, sorted my finds, and ventured out after each tide to see what new treasures had appeared.  Even in January, I was excited to run out and walk around on the rocks.  Ed and his dad kept the fireplace going, and I would sit by the fire and cuddle with Ed to warm up.

These are still my favorite things about Beals: the family and friends to spend time with, the sea glass to collect on the beach, and watching the lobster boats out the window in the morning without even getting out of bed.  On that first trip, I fell in love with that cottage and I fell even more in love with Ed.  I loved that I could be myself in front of him and his family, and that they accepted me.  I could picture us going there for the rest of our lives, bringing our children and grandchildren to the little cottage by the bridge on Beals Island.

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Meet the Parents

Read about our Second Date first, if you missed it!

Our Love Story, Part II

Ed met my parents on our first date, months before our second date when I decided I really liked him.  In fact, he met my whole family then.  Ed was driving his brand new truck to come take me out, and my brothers Jonathan (then in high school) and Nathaniel (who was 12) couldn’t hold back from going to see the truck.  A brand new, F-350 extended cab, diesel pick-up truck.  It was hunter green with tan details.  They loved it.

When Ed drove up the driveway that June day, my dad, brothers and mom raced out to meet him.  I had wanted to make an entrance, but instead walked out of the sliding glass door to see that nobody was paying attention to me after I spent an hour getting ready.

“He’s here for me!” I announced.  I should have been happy that my family had taken to him already, but I was annoyed.  He talked to my dad for a little while, and our muddy Old English Sheepdog started heading in the direction of his new, clean truck with the open doors. 

Seeing the impending disaster, my mom shouted “Eddie, get away from that truck!”  Ed looked confused.  After all, it was his truck.  He hadn’t yet met Eddie.  Once my mom explained that she was yelling at the dog, not Ed, we all laughed. 

Months later, when I was in love with Ed (though I hadn’t told him yet)  I was nervous about meeting his parents.  I vaguely remembered Ed’s parents.  Our families were friends when we were little, but daily life caused them to drift apart.  I remember Ed’s mom when she was a judge of baked goods at the Guilford Fair.  I remember Ed’s dad coming over to the farm when we were raising pigs.  However, those were the only memories that I really had, and I was nervous about meeting them again.  I enjoyed the time spent with Ed over the next week or so, knowing I’d get to meet his parents soon.

On the phone, Ed and I had taken to telling each other “I miss you.”  Really, we didn’t even have time to miss each other.  As a college student who lived at home, I had nothing but time to spend with him at night.  I called him at noon each day, during his lunch break, to talk to him.  He always ended the conversation with “I miss you.”

Finally, I met Ed’s mom Marie.  His dad was in Long Island for a few days for their stair business, so she had us over and made salmon for dinner.  I had never really eaten salmon before, and it was delicious.  Ed’s mom is really a fantastic cook.  At this point, Ed’s brother Chris lived in New Jersey and his sister Kate lived in Colorado, so it was just the three of us.  I don’t remember exactly what we talked about, but I remember having a good time.  At one point, Ed realized he had a salmon bone in his mouth, and he later told me he thought it would be rude to spit it into a napkin (how I wish he tried not to be rude NOW).  Instead, he decided to swallow the bone, and promptly began choking on it.  He coughed and coughed, and eventually ran to the back door and hacked it up.  Much better than spitting it into a napkin.  I remember Marie and I just laughed and laughed.  It was funny because he tried so hard to have good manners but the whole thing backfired.  I would later learn that laughing at him was not good for my karma.

A few days later, I met Ed’s dad Rich.  He is a lot like my dad, in that he’s a builder and values the old-fashioned way to do things.  I talked to him about making maple syrup and my one distrous attempt to make maple sugar candy (the bubbling syrup boiled over and burned on my mom’s flat cooktop because, while I needed a bathroom break, the syrup did not).  He told me that he had perfected the maple sugar candy method and would show me.  A week or so later, Rich and I made maple sugar candy together and had a really good time. 

On the way home that night, Ed told me he was so happy that I had connected with both of his parents.  We didn’t go straight to my house, instead Ed took me to my town’s center, which contained the Dairy Queen where he picked me up for our second date.  He pulled into a spot at the post office.  Not quite romantic, but better than having my brother Nathaniel run out to show Ed his latest lego creation as soon as we pulled into the driveway. 

“You know how I say ‘I miss you’ all the time?” he asked.

“Yes…”

“Well, what I really mean is I love you.”

“I love you, too, Ed.”

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Our Second Date

In honor of our five-year wedding anniversary coming up on June 26, I’ve decided to write about some of the most significant, romantic, exciting times in the last eight years since Ed and I first met.

I finally got up the nerve to call Ed and ask him out for a second date.  Our first date had been months before, and I had never called him back.  I needed time to grow up and figure out who I was, who I wanted to be, and who I wanted to be with.   My parents really liked Ed and his family, and had known them for many years.  My cousin Aaron, who had gone to school with Ed, kept trying to make me realize how perfect Ed was for me.  But still, I wasn’t ready.

The months passed and I thought about what I was looking for in a partner.  I realized that Ed was so much like what I envisioned my future husband to be.  I wanted to call him, but I was so embarrassed that I just couldn’t work up the nerve. 

It was 2001, and I was a junior in college.  I had Fridays off of school, and Aunt Wendy called to invite me to lunch with her, Aunt Diane and my cousin Mark.  They all knew Ed because they lived in the same town, and Ed had been working with my Uncle Dave.  I’m not sure if they had the ulterior motive of getting me to call Ed, and though I don’t remember exactly what was said, I got the courage to make the call.

I didn’t need to find his number.  I had memorized it.  It’s one of those weird things about me, I tend to memorize numbers.  I rehearsed what I was going to say before I called him.  I was so nervous. 

“Hi, Ed.  It’s Abbie.  I wanted to apologize for not calling you back, and ask if I could take you out to dinner to make up for it.”  I said it to his voicemail.  I didn’t know it at the time, but Ed was in Maine with his family.  That night, my cousin Aaron drove me by Ed’s house so I could see where he lives.  I anxiously awaited his call back.

When Ed called back three days later, he acted as if I was lucky he was still single.  I could tell that I had hurt his feelings, and I felt really bad.  He agreed that I could take him out, and mentioned bringing a friend. 

I frantically called my friend Jessica.  I knew she wasn’t interested in a double date, but being a good friend, she agreed to come along with me.  She knew that Ed was a great guy and so she played along.  She even agreed to pick me up so that my family didn’t know I was going out with Ed.  I didn’t want to get their hopes up.

I remember getting ready to go out on that second date on November 30th.  I carefully applied my black eyeliner and mascara, squeezed into my very tight faded blue jeans, and put on my black top.  My hair was down and I flipped it from one side to the other.

Jessica picked me up and we met Ed and his friend Matt at Dairy Queen.  We rode in Ed’s truck, and Matt gave me the front seat.  I remember thinking that I hoped Ed wasn’t too mad at me.  I looked into his green eyes and smiled, so happy to be in that truck.

We went to a steak house for dinner.  Tall, dark and handsome was the perfect description for Ed.  We chatted through dinner, and I was so thankful to Jessica for coming along.  I paid for Ed’s dinner, as promised.  Then he wanted to go to the movies.  I said okay, but was worried because I was out of money.  I hoped he would pay.

Fortunately, Ed did buy the movie tickets.  We saw Shallow Hal and I laughed and laughed.  We held hands.  Later on, I caught him dozing off.

Ed dropped Jessica off at her car and drove me home.  It was late and I hoped my family was asleep.  The last thing I wanted was for my mom to come out with her camera and take our picture, which is something she would do.

We got out of the truck and Ed took a look at the apartment over the garage that my dad was building for me.  Fortunately, nobody came outside.  As we stood in the headlights of his truck, not wanting to say goodbye, I stood on my toes and gave him a soft, sweet kiss on the lips.  I went in the house and Ed drove out of the driveway.

We continued to see each other, and two weeks later I told Jessica that I was going to marry Ed one day.

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