Post by mesquite75 on Jan 26, 2010 16:42:16 GMT -5
Almost there! The next update will be the last. I think
Letters were mainly how we communicated for several months. Maybe it’s just me, but they’re much more personal than e-mail. We had decided to switch to e-mail once Damian went on tour, but until then, I was living from one letter to the next.
The first one didn’t come for about a week, but after that, they started pouring in like rain. They were all different, yet completely Damian! One would be thoughtful, the next mushy and romantic, the one after that would just tell me about the weather and stuff, but then he’d surprise me with the next letter by being an absolute clown! He kept me informed on everything, and I mean EVERYTHING! I was the first to know when his dog chewed up the cord to the lamp and nearly electrocuted himself. Then he wrote me another time saying he had three voice students lined up (after he came back from the tour, that is. That’s the only bad part about being a performing voice teacher). At the end of every letter, he signs it, “All my love, Damian.” It gets me every time.
We talk about everything in our letters. If we can’t have a date face to face, then we have to do it through letters. I could now tell you almost anything you’d want to know about Damian. It hasn’t been easy, and I miss him terribly, but I’ve become very thankful for the postal service.
Every spare minute I’m either writing to Damian or planning what to write in my next letter. I can’t concentrate on anything! I’ve only had this job a few months, but I’m sure my boss is already close to firing me. I don’t blame him either. I’ve been making so many mistakes lately! And messing up when you’re a doctor is no small thing. Telling the parents the wrong sex of the baby (which I’ve done several times already, by the way) is the least of your worries.
Dad’s been a trouper through it all though. He’s truly happy for me, is ready to listen to every single little thing Damian’s been up to, and has stood watching the DVDs with me time after time after time.
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“Hello, Damian?”
“Oh, hello, Mr. Parker!”
I immediately stopped what I was doing and gave him my full attention.
“What’s up? Everything’s all right isn’t it?”
“Yes, everything’s fine.”
“That’s good.”
“You’re probably wondering why I called.”
He seemed to have read my thoughts.
“I’m all ears.”
“Well, Sasha’s birthday is in a few months, and it just happens to fall around the time you’re are on tour. I was going to give her tickets to the show, and I thought you’d like to know. Just in case you wanted to plan something.”
I couldn’t talk for a minute.
“You’re sure this is a birthday present for Sasha now?” I said after a while.
He laughed.
“I promise.”
“Her birthday’s in mid-June, right?”
“The fifteenth,” he confirmed.
“We’ll be more than halfway through the tour by then.”
Neither of us said anything for about half a minute.
“Is it too early to ask when you’re thinking about asking her?”
“To marry me?”
“Yes.”
I sighed.
“I don’t know. I’m in love with your daughter—of that I’m certain—but you can’t build a successful marriage on just love. I want to do this right, and I don’t know if we’re moving too fast for our own good.”
“Can I tell you something?”
“Anything.”
“You’re doing the right thing by not rushing into this. Getting married is one of the most important decisions you’ll ever make. You don’t have to take years, but before you propose, you need to make sure you’ve thought it out. When you go down on one knee, there should be no doubts in your mind.”
I nodded, but then remembered that he couldn’t see me.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Oh, and Damian?”
“Hmm?”
“I’m very happy my Sasha has someone like you. Just don’t take too long, okay? Sasha’s become an emotional breeze lately. I’d like my daughter back.”
I laughed at that image. It was hard to see Sasha as an emotional breeze.
“Thank you.”
I truly meant it.
“Do you think she’s ready?” I asked.
“Nobody could tell you that but Sasha. Her mind may be in the clouds now, but she’s got a good head on her shoulders. She knows what she’d be getting into if she said yes, and she wouldn’t say it unless she meant it.”
I thanked him again, and after another minute or two, we both hung up.
For the remaining month I had before I left, I thought harder than I ever had in my life. I asked pointed questions in my letters to Sasha, and I got honest, straightforward answers back. A few days before I left, I made my decision. I paid a visit to Beth and Michael’s shop and bought a ring
Letters were mainly how we communicated for several months. Maybe it’s just me, but they’re much more personal than e-mail. We had decided to switch to e-mail once Damian went on tour, but until then, I was living from one letter to the next.
The first one didn’t come for about a week, but after that, they started pouring in like rain. They were all different, yet completely Damian! One would be thoughtful, the next mushy and romantic, the one after that would just tell me about the weather and stuff, but then he’d surprise me with the next letter by being an absolute clown! He kept me informed on everything, and I mean EVERYTHING! I was the first to know when his dog chewed up the cord to the lamp and nearly electrocuted himself. Then he wrote me another time saying he had three voice students lined up (after he came back from the tour, that is. That’s the only bad part about being a performing voice teacher). At the end of every letter, he signs it, “All my love, Damian.” It gets me every time.
We talk about everything in our letters. If we can’t have a date face to face, then we have to do it through letters. I could now tell you almost anything you’d want to know about Damian. It hasn’t been easy, and I miss him terribly, but I’ve become very thankful for the postal service.
Every spare minute I’m either writing to Damian or planning what to write in my next letter. I can’t concentrate on anything! I’ve only had this job a few months, but I’m sure my boss is already close to firing me. I don’t blame him either. I’ve been making so many mistakes lately! And messing up when you’re a doctor is no small thing. Telling the parents the wrong sex of the baby (which I’ve done several times already, by the way) is the least of your worries.
Dad’s been a trouper through it all though. He’s truly happy for me, is ready to listen to every single little thing Damian’s been up to, and has stood watching the DVDs with me time after time after time.
____________________________________________________
“Hello, Damian?”
“Oh, hello, Mr. Parker!”
I immediately stopped what I was doing and gave him my full attention.
“What’s up? Everything’s all right isn’t it?”
“Yes, everything’s fine.”
“That’s good.”
“You’re probably wondering why I called.”
He seemed to have read my thoughts.
“I’m all ears.”
“Well, Sasha’s birthday is in a few months, and it just happens to fall around the time you’re are on tour. I was going to give her tickets to the show, and I thought you’d like to know. Just in case you wanted to plan something.”
I couldn’t talk for a minute.
“You’re sure this is a birthday present for Sasha now?” I said after a while.
He laughed.
“I promise.”
“Her birthday’s in mid-June, right?”
“The fifteenth,” he confirmed.
“We’ll be more than halfway through the tour by then.”
Neither of us said anything for about half a minute.
“Is it too early to ask when you’re thinking about asking her?”
“To marry me?”
“Yes.”
I sighed.
“I don’t know. I’m in love with your daughter—of that I’m certain—but you can’t build a successful marriage on just love. I want to do this right, and I don’t know if we’re moving too fast for our own good.”
“Can I tell you something?”
“Anything.”
“You’re doing the right thing by not rushing into this. Getting married is one of the most important decisions you’ll ever make. You don’t have to take years, but before you propose, you need to make sure you’ve thought it out. When you go down on one knee, there should be no doubts in your mind.”
I nodded, but then remembered that he couldn’t see me.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Oh, and Damian?”
“Hmm?”
“I’m very happy my Sasha has someone like you. Just don’t take too long, okay? Sasha’s become an emotional breeze lately. I’d like my daughter back.”
I laughed at that image. It was hard to see Sasha as an emotional breeze.
“Thank you.”
I truly meant it.
“Do you think she’s ready?” I asked.
“Nobody could tell you that but Sasha. Her mind may be in the clouds now, but she’s got a good head on her shoulders. She knows what she’d be getting into if she said yes, and she wouldn’t say it unless she meant it.”
I thanked him again, and after another minute or two, we both hung up.
For the remaining month I had before I left, I thought harder than I ever had in my life. I asked pointed questions in my letters to Sasha, and I got honest, straightforward answers back. A few days before I left, I made my decision. I paid a visit to Beth and Michael’s shop and bought a ring