Dreams and Fantasies

A Continuation of 'Chubby Jumping'

In the next week we spent time together biking around Idaho Falls, laughing and talking together. Every minute I was with my Izac I grew more and more fond of him. Ever since those three little words had been uttered off of our lips we knew that we were both serious about the relationship lasting. We talked about the future, about how we were raised and opinions we had about various things that were important to us. 

We were continuing our country dancing and we were getting rather good at it. We were rather proud of ourselves if I say so myself ;-) As he twirled me effortlessly around the floor, we smiled at each other in sheer enjoyment of the moment. We were in love and everyone there could tell. Nothing could pry our eyes off of each other, and every song we danced circles around everyone else. It was the time of my life and I wouldn't trade those moments for anything. 

On a particular slow song, a type of waltz, Izac whispered to me how he and I were going to be the couple that everyone looked at and said 'dang! they can dance'. My smile spread from ear to ear and I soaked up his compliment. We danced together. We were getting good at it. And we enjoyed it. I told him that maybe we could show everyone at a reception someday how good we were, perhaps our own reception... He readily agreed and instantaneously plans went into action of what moves and songs we would use. I was a giddy school girl who wanted nothing more than to be with Izac Hillam forever!

In one of our conversations when we were talking about the future, we told each other what a fun and ideal honeymoon would be. I felt sheepish and a touch of embarrassment as I told him what I had always imagined. I just wanted to stay in a cabin. Preferably with five feet of snow, or at least enough to keep us snowed in. :) I thought that would the most romantic thing in the world. Just the two of us snuggled and huddled in a warm cabin with it snowing outside. Perhaps I had read too many western novels about romantic cabins but nonetheless it was what sounded most wonderful to me, even better than a cruise or a trip to Disneyland. 

My face tinged red as I finished telling Izac of what I wanted. I don't know why I was embarrassed but I was. He had the biggest smile and adornment in his eyes as he told me that he had similar desires. He thought a cabin would be really enjoyable and he didn't seem to mind the idea of us being snowed in with five feet of snow outside. I was blushing rather red now, the reason for my embarrassment rather obvious from the topic of our conversation. We were talking about a honeymoon and we weren't even engaged, we hadn't even looked at rings or picked out a date...

We were left to our own thoughts as the conversation died down, when Izac got a mischievous look in his eyes and suggested that we look at dates. I tried so hard not to let my excitement show too much; I had dreamed of getting married my whole life and now here I was talking dates and honeymoon with my man. As we looked at a calendar February looked good, Izac would be out of his busy work season and it was still rather snowy at that time of year. It wasn't set in stone yet but we had decided it might be a time that worked for us. It was our secret to think about and look forward to when we weren't together. When ever the topic of snow... or cabin came up in conversations with others we would inwardly smile and think of the future.

I got the picture from: http://sun-surfer.com/photos/2012/01/Snow-covered-cabin.jpg