So getting back in shape is a goal of mine, I have been running after work on the treadmills here. It gives me the opportunity to get out some energy, crank some thumpin’ tunes and let me mind go blank. The only problem is that it doesn’t go blank, it keeps bringing me image of a date hopefully six short weeks away, the proposal.

My ideal scenario rushes in and then gets filled with details, what we will talk about, if we will meet family afterword’s, starting the planning process for the wedding, etc etc etc . I feel my calves tighten and also grow weak at the same time, my heart pounds harder and harder, and I feel weak all over. all of this why running on a treadmill. Then the moment itself comes into focus, me on one knee explaining to Jayme all the reasons she is the one person I want to see each morning until my last. When that happened I lost all control and felt my heart was going to leap out of my chest and run for her. I quick hopped off the treadmill and tried to stand and catch my breath. The thought of making this dream a reality is almost too much to bare, and that is what excites me the most about it. When simply thinking about that one moment could disrupt me in such a way  that I can’ t even maintain my feet beneath me, can there be a more clear sign that I have found my soulmate?

Jayme is my life, my mind knows it, my body knows it, and soon she will know it.