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 

  

Chubby Jumping!

A Continuation of 'Love'

Our big giant sunflower continued to blossom as Izac and I spent more time together. I was unbelievably happy and having the best time of my life in everything I did (especially when Izac was involved :) ). One particular time Izac and I were at his parents house with his little brother and sister. One way that we filled our time, so that our physical attraction didn't control our relationship, was to spend time with each others families getting to know them. This particular night his parents were at a meeting and we decided to get crrazy! 

The fun started by gathering pillows, blankets, and all the baggy clothing that we could find. We were going to make ourselves as ridiculously big around as we could and wait nonchalantly on the steps for his parents to get home. We put the large shirts and sweats on and began stuffing every nook and cranny with pillows and blankets and any other thing that would add volume to our physic. We joked and laughed with each other the whole time. Some of the silliest things you can think of doing become the funnest and the greatest memories. This was one of those silly things that is a great memory for us. 

Before we made our way to the front steps to await their arrival, we had our own talent show and tried cartwheels, somersaults, and handstands. Comical is an understatement to describe this event. Soon my ribs, cheeks and stomach were hurting from laughing so hard. The 'rolls' would wiggle, jiggle, and bounce and flounce as we did our acrobatics. Soon we were all sweating admist our blankets and pillows and decided it was about time to wait for them to come. 

We chose the sexiest poses that we could think of and sprawled ourselves all over the front porch, taking up every available space with our bulging bodies. It wasn't long that we had to wait for his parents to arrive. They were speechless at the fast change of our bodies and took their turns exchanging laughter with us. 

After taking a moment, and allowing his parents to gain composure, Izac got an idea that we should go jump. 

Chubby jump.

We made our way to the trampoline and began chubby jumping. The sweat we started to break earlier from the acrobatics was nothing compared to the one we worked up on the tramp. We jumped, we spun, we played shooting chub (instead of shooting stars) and had a real good time. It was such a good time that someone even brought out a camera to capture the fun of the moment.

I came up with the idea to body slam Izac. We thought there was plenty of padding to make for a soft landing and not too big of a squish for Izac so we went for it. I didn't just pretend to jump and lightly fall on him. No. I jumped with all my umph and went flying through the air to belly flop right on the man who I wanted to marry. Thoughts of anyone getting hurt didn't cross my mind. We were stuffed with fluff. A fraction of a second before I landed on Izac, the thought came to me that this might hurt... It probably wouldn't hurt me though because I was landing on him... It was too late to change my mind... Gravity carried me down and I landed smack on Izac (more like smack on the pillows and blankets that were adorning his body.. but you get the idea :) ) 

For what seemed like a full minute there was no sound. 

Had I killed him?

Or severely hurt him?

What was I thinking?

When a sound was finally made it was laughter. He was hysterically laughing at the stress and worry that had lined my face. It wasn't hard for him to see that I was thinking twice about it, the second before I landed on him. I breathed a rather large sigh of relief which brought laughter from everyone in company. We ended up 'body' slamming a couple more times but I made a mental note to not jump quite as high as the first time again.