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This was my LO for the Scraptathlon challenge object of my affection. I hand cut hearts while watching the superbowl. Except for the Red cardstock background, everybit of cs and pp is a scrap. My DS "helped" with the top of the first page. (My fault, not his, I left it out on the table). He added some pen marks that I covered with random heart stamps. I added some more stamping to try to make it look purposeful, but fact of the matter is, at some point I need to put everything on to new cs without all the stamping.

Falling in Love
Eric and I met in March of 1993, shortly after I started working at TEK. He was a paramedic and I was an EMT. We both worked nights, so we saw each other fairly often. At first, I avoided him, because his partner really annoyed me, but after I worked with him a couple of times, we started to become friends. I’m still not really sure how we began dating. I wasn’t actually interested in dating anyone at that time. I had just gotten my first apartment, I was working 2 jobs, I was busy and happy with how my life was going. I really didn’t need a boyfriend. Eric and I would both tell you that we had a cardinal rule against dating someone we worked with, because the potential for a bad relationship to interfere with work was just too high. And yet, on September 7, 1993, Eric invited me over to watch a movie, I accepted, and somehow we began dating.
Our relationship began to move rather quickly. Eric and I weren’t strangers, and we didn’t really need to get to know each other. We were frequently working together for 12 hours at a time on an ambulance. When you are stuck for those lengths of time, in a space smaller than a walk-in closet, often in a high stress situation, you get a very honest view of the other person. We spent a lot of time with each other, both at work and socially. We were rapidly becoming major parts of each other’s lives, and Eric got scared. In November, he started complaining that we were seeing too much of each other, that he needed space, and that he didn’t think this was working. I decided that if he wasn’t interested, I wasn’t going to waste my time. I collected the few possessions of mine that had wandered to his apartment, and went on my way. I really liked Eric, but we had only been dating a couple of months, and I thought we were better off ending sooner than later.
A few days later, Eric went to Iowa to attend a convention, see the Hawks play, and visit his family. The first twinge of sadness that I had about our break-up came when a mutual friend of ours told me she had heard from Eric and it sounded like he was having a great time in Iowa. I didn’t realize until then that I was used to being the one who heard about what was going on in his life. A couple of days later, I got a message on my answering machine. My heart started flipping in my chest at the sound of his voice. He sounded sad and lonely as he asked me if I would give him a call at his parent’s house. I listened to that message 3 or 4 times, and made my roommate listen to it, too, before I finally decided that I would call him back.
I picked up the phone and made the call. Eric’s sister answered the phone and in a voice that can only be used by a little sister, loudly taunted, “Eric, it’s Ma-a-a-a-ry!” When Eric came to the phone, he was sad and sweet. He told me he missed me, he apologized for being a jerk, and he told me all about what was going on in his life. When I hung up the phone that day, I knew that things were now different. I needed to know what he was doing, it mattered what he thought, it was important to me that he cared about me.
There was no question that I had fallen for him !

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