A New Season

There is a lot to say about the changing of the Seasons. I pretty much love them all, but Spring is definitely my favorite simply because it means the warmth of summer is on it's way, water parks, and eventually Lake Powell. This summer has taken on wings and flown by. I reveled in the warmth, the heat, the water, the sun, and my new best friend.

I finally took the challenge by friends and family and decided to put my "profile" on LDSsingles.com. This was something I was never, ever going to do. My sweet daughter-in-law, Keisha, and I took the challenge to absolutely be entertained by it. And trust me, it was entertaining. I sent "flirts", received "flirts". Now they are the absolutely craziest things ever invented. They really mean nothing other than someone clicked on a button to say, "I'm interested", "I like your profile", "I think you're cute", etc. I rarely responded back to any of them, but often looked at the person's profile only to find that they were 20 years my younger, or 20 years my senior. As that continued to happen, I realized that men my age were simply not interested in a woman the same age as them, and they all wanted someone either younger to grow old with, or older to support them! Truly! I was drawn to the men who had identified themselves as "widowers", feeling I would have something in common with them, but rarely did.

Then I got a message from a widower who simply asked "When you travel, where do you go?" I thought that unusually strange for someone to be asking a normal question instead of asking me to "jet away to some exotic place with them". I responded and so it began. For two months I found myself writing to a new friend that actually wrote simple things, asked basic questions and that I felt was a "real" person. I told Keisha once that I felt this was a very "wounded" man and had loved his wife deeply. He was not putting himself "out there" so to speak, and that I could honestly be his friend.

The week before Independence Day holiday he asked what I was doing for the holiday. I told him I had a daughter born on July 4th and she usually came down for that weekend, but I was going to surprise her and go to her house this year. He said he only lived 30 minutes away and asked if I'd like to meet. (absolutely not) I'm sure you can guess that I did! We meet at the Green Belt walking path next to the Idaho Falls Temple on Saturday, July 3rd at 8:30am in the morning. Remember, I'm no fool! They were setting up for the fireworks for that night and people were all around laying out blankets, and roping off sections of grass to sit on later that night. I was nervous, but not stupid!

We walked and talked for nearly 3 hours. I left knowing I had met a really good man - not knowing if I'd hear from him again, or really if I wanted to, only that I had been brave, and meet someone blindly and it hadn't been a disaster at all!